Not Up For Debate

Now I really don't like you, but that don't mean that I hate you If I hate you, my goons will come darker than Darth Vader I beat up the enemy permanently, got more energy than the batteries Stuck inside a vibrator, might be rappin' now and later My goons go harder than jawbreakers, and you'll be damned to find a lifesaver And those on top of the reef, you better believe or have belief That I was made to be the shark slayer, okay We get it cookin' like we servin' a buffet On the road to riches, only signs that say one way Harley show up on em when he came for the blind date Better use your fuckin' head for it end up on your lunch tray You don't want no smoke, I put it out like a ashtray Make it fuckin' rain like you been havin' a bad day Harley changed her mind just like a chick with a sad face They been sleepin' on me, why don't you get your bed made I'm lookin' for this peak that I live for You rappers only cap, but that's a wrap hand the tinfoil I take your bitch and cuff her, got her hands to the headboard And make her call your phone like, where the f*ck have you been, boy Think you could blow me down, not by the hairs of my chin, boy The boy wanted to fade, how bout to give you a temp, boy With this fist, boy, and Harley make him stutter now he speak with a lisp, boy I might just uppercut em, ooh, I busted his lip, boy Time is money, all I hear is the tick-tock I gotta shoot my shot and never peak at the shot clock And when it's bout the money, I'm connected no hotspots See me jumpin' across the country like the game of some hopscotch Motherfucker, I got that fire, know I'm heated I came outta hell, no birdies hatchin', get it crackin Broke a couple shells, I hope that you can get this message Ain't no missin' mail, no happy ending for this fuckin' fairytale I give you warning open, going open up like a sweepstakes Nigga pussy know that they softer, and sweeter than cheesecakes Take it back and double back just like a song that's on replay Not a killer, but don't push me, you'll end up on the X-Games Got that shit to hold him up just like they stuck on the freeway Got the shock, I keep it tucked, don't wanna f*ck with the stingray Harley speak a different language, I forgot what the fox say Lit the game just like a torch, don't need a lighter, no head spray I took a shot at the last minute like a buzzer beater And Harley keep on gettin' pissed, she think I f*ck with Nina I tried to let Mac tell her, she ain't wanna believe him Might just take a nigga's soul like ain't no room up in these sneakers Harley hem him up, you shouldn't brought your suit until the cleaners Ain't believe the Lord until them demons make him go and see him Might just whoop his ass until he have a dream like Dr. King And I was told if you can't beat him, join him, but I'm known to beat him We get it cookin' like we servin' the buffet On the road to riches, only signs that say one way Harley show up on em when he came for the blind They better use your fuckin' head for it end up on your lunch tray You don't want no smoke, I put it out like a ashtray Make it fuckin' rain like you been havin' a bad day Harley change her mind just like a chick with a sad face They been sleepin' on me, why don't you get your bed made