I mean don’t think I don’t even notice 
I made a lot of these bitches step their game up
Or wake their game up
But I ain’t even salty though, I mean
You’re welcome

I’m not even gonna fucking blame you bitches no more
I’mma start blaming your CEO
You just wanna move up but they gots you up
Like your track’s too tough then you see me flow
Then all of a sudden you know that your bars shit be told
Y’all be thinking I’m too busy, never see these hoes
But I be letting bitches eat then I’m back in a week
I get back killing beats, call you PPO
Send your bitches to the ward with this

You haven’t been taking my time
Spending money ‘cause I never had a dime
I can’t afford to live
So I be laying back chilling
Sucking, on my grind, but lately I been getting bored with this
I wanna go back to rapping …
Taking whores that spit all this corny shit
Tell the morgue to take you, you think you’re born again
Man I’ve been all that I need
‘Cause I’ve been proven a beast
Something you and I will know if I leave
She be so in your teeth, watching every move that I be
Making you a beauty and beast
‘Cause I guess that I was too busy talking
‘Bout cooky gutter bitches
See the reason these label heads need me
I’m only trying cooky and cut these bitches
I tell ‘em all like

You sell gum
Come out and then hell come
Come on Tech N9ne tell them
They want beef then I bring to them well done
They need meat, beat this, do it well done
And I kill them
So now we could do the whooping and I pray for ‘em
Stay out of my shit
That’s a tear drop then you’re welcome

You’re welcome
You’re welcome
You’re welcome

Done came within my grim brain
The way I flip, it’s a fucking shame
In pain when I spit game, man shit I been slain but the kin name in vain
Fuck it, taking that none of them sane
But I know for one for sure that is insane
Then they stumble upon but we been banging
Ain’t no choppa would set when your chin hangs, nigga
A bit of marvelous, with snow, mixed with a bit of chocolate
We be giving the people lyric apocalypse
When they did this, I put ‘em deep in necropolis
Quick, real sick then I hop in this chick
Pop in this new tech, nog in this bitch
Giving her a lot of it, dropping this dick
Oops, T a mind of her own
See and I never know
Do you mind nigga don’t
Be alive and I see you now
Hit a motherfucker nerve, he hella disturbed
Was given the word he deserved to be free now
Celebrating, I drink hindo
Elevating, I see them fall
Hella wakening, woke I been raw
Have a nigga touching everything like a pinball
More hell comes for frail bombs
Course they’ll come on your girl’s tongue
Or tell some scum you are fell stung
Pour cells unsubscribe then you’re welcome