[Intro] (Guilty Simpson)
G.S. boy
O.J. Simpson
[Verse 1] (Guilty Simpson)
Listen, do your research
My name rings bells on heavy block
You're lame, your splash in the game was a belly-flop
I'm a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangaroo
Heater in my pouch, throw away under my couch
Crooked and mad, you disrespectful mutherf**ers is cooking with gas
Bon appetit, I go at your streets
With aggression, the same way I go at a beat and wreck sessions
Then shoot a load on your freak in Best Western
She's a hotel rat, I'm the sh** b**h go tell that
Yeah I hit it in the telly and came on the belly and remixed the celly
I left no tracks
When your bones go crack I ask "it hurt don't it"?
My hobby is to body every one of my opponents
[Hook] (Guilty Simpson)
I put em' in their best clothes, family members crying
Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro
Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance
O.J. Simpson muhf**ers
[Verse 2] (Guilty Simpson)
You can't save everybody
So I ante on another shotty and vow to never let a rapper stop me
They copy, but take it as a hobby
Timid, while I go get it
That's right, who's s**er-free, no more drama
Cause these motherf**ers got no honour, OK
[Hook] x 2 (Guilty Simpson)
I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying
Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro
Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance
I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying
Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro
Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance, Yeah, Good Riddance
[Verse 3] (Guilty Simpson)
They couldn't hold a candle to the rhyme catalyst
Detroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twist
Madlib keep skunk, all flavours for the smokers
O.J. Simpson, game over, then flame doja
Black lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gun
Prolly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggy
Forever young even when I'm gone, get CD and start at one
And recapture the life, it could have been a disaster
Instead you hear victory, in every chapter
The gutter gave birth to a hip-hop saviour
But even above all about my paper
Dope enough to be an urban legend
But real enough to do dirt and hide a murder weapon
[Hook] x 2 (Guilty Simpson)
I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying
Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro
Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance
I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying
Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro
Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance
Good Riddance