Intro :
Huh man ! What's going on ?
Yo ! I believe I got one or two things to say
This is not a message, but it's important for me
So... OK I'mma do it right now
First Verse :
Nowadays I'm done with so many rappers
Wearin' skinny jeans (whut ?)
Shakin my hand with five stinky fingers (gross)
I got my basement full of ghost writers
I stock 'em up like fine wine
Collection! Like goddamn freaky sneakers
My sh**'s explosive like "Boom" - 5'9'
Like a 360 from the baseline
I put in your face, count that baby and the foul
My flow is lethal like a black widow bite
My spittle's my venom when I spit on this track
Eyes bloodshot with no blunt in my mouth
Yo mama so high she pa**ed away on my couch
With my voice so ugly I've k**ed ya autotune
Turn my f**in' mic on I've been waiting since the afternoon
This cut ain't a rap diss, (yo !)
But you betta stay undercovered when I drop this, (yo !)
Drunk Acey :
Huh man ! I'm so faded right now !
Yo, gimme another gla**, another shot
I got so much to say
OK, man turn my f**in' mic on !
Let's do it
Second Verse :
Hello MC dickhead I heard you wanna play ?
You just have one word to say: F.U.C.K ?
I gotta rhyme tight every f**in day
Tryna act like Mike for each and every single play
You're writting with you a** you just farted
I pay respect to cripples but yo b**h is retarded !
Lotta fools around I gotta make a gesture
With my first mixtape I drown you with my mixture
Like a slice of life you can call me Dexter
Blood doesn't lie, storytellers always swelter
Yo j**leries fake dude, you're living in a shelter
I put my power in my milkshake, drink it from the mixer
On the mic you're my slave, Acey is yo master
Get me a drink or something, come on, be gentle
If you nice enough I'll teach you how to be a real rapper
Cause right about now you're basically a sh** dropper
Outro :
Yo ! You see it ! You see it now, homie !
This how I spit bars
So, nobody gonna f** with me again !
Alright? I hope everybody got the message
Even if it's not a message
I'm gone... Peace !