(Verse 1: Richie)
I read the bible it says Jesus is the Jews' king
Eminem's gone now Richie is the new king
You hoes can't f** with the trouble that my crew bring
Hoes like my clothes different colors like a mood ring
Nike shoes green
Bright pink shoestrings
White T, blue jeans
Lightspeed cruising
All these motherf**ers don't like me to do things
Boy you just a fruity b**h like he's a juice drink
f*ggots wanna fight me, I call that sh** fruit punch
All she eat is my D, she ain't ever chew much
But she get to swallow
Til this dick is hollow
Call that b**h my s**m bank and she just hit the lotto
sh** i spit is sick as sh** kicks stickin to the throttle
You nit wits kicking it with richie rich from Chicago
My name coming right before the dash like Roscoe
You know I'm liable to f** up the Rock jov
Dissing you on your own beat, I be spitting that Nas flow
No I.D. produced it, good thing we ain't at Costco
Models gon' gobble these nuts watch as my co*k grow
Break rubber inside a thot so I call that p**y a pothole
(Verse 2: Richie)
It seems like y'all do a lot of talking but never action
All these democrats and
Liberals been in tact with
Your morals so long, yall stupid a**es bendin backwards
To give money to people out there who was never askin'
How 'bout when the stock market crashed remember that sh**
When yall liberals caused our whole nation's debt expansion
I bet yall felt real clever back then
Now you blamin Obama why the f** did u elect his a** then
Now we on the verge of communism, murderers gettin out of prison cause we giving stupid people election ballots
Ban on firearms I bet you pa** it
But then complain when some dude mugs you and you can't protect your a** then
You tryna' make our country meet peace? thats how you met the casket
This the land of the free
It's filled with cancer, disease
None of these damn b**hes see
That they done damaged our peace
My family tree, yall rippin off branches and leaves
I worked hard my whole life this dude never gave a damn 'bout degrees
But now your claiming he deserve the same chances as me? Thats some bullsh** how are we so broke and despised
Hopeless and blind, yall don't notice the lies?
Well now Richie's here to open your eyes
(Verse 3)
Dead or alive you
Gon' be dead on arrival
On my DOA sh** that's what I said to my rival
I'm red in the eyeballs from the medics and hydro
Haven't slept in a while is what I said to the 5-0
This the d**h of Al-Qaeda get set for execution aww sh**
Ain't no more persecution, this the d**h of Auschwitz
But most of all this the d**h of America cause we lost it
From Sandy Hook Elementary to the marathon in Boston
This the d**h of a**aultin'
Border lines we crossed 'em
This the d**h of the armageddon that our world is lost in
Even I'm a hypocrite cause I talk about peace often
But if you diss my tape the next tape you'll see is gonna say caution
This the d**h of area conflict
This the d**h of aerial bombings
This the d**h of all you motherf**ers and your hysterical comments
Saying it's terribly common
For material objects
To drive a motherf**er to committing serial violence
And the government don't want you to know that they barely providin'
Which is why they gon' try to keep your stereo silenced
From real rappers who speak truth through lyrical science
Cause their prime goal is to keep America mindless