Homies Think they're somethin' when their nothin'
When their beats are Bumpin'
Their old tunes?
Completely Irrelvant Because it's old news
I don't wanna hear that
I don't wanna hear the Wack Tracks
It sounds like sh**
I feel like im listenin to the a** raps
Your lyrics are near sh**
Again I don't wanna hear it
Im about to cut your wack a** out
Shear it and clear it
Im like
Who do these motherf**ers think they are?
Think they cool, think they fresh
They really think they're hard
These rappin' heteros**uals
Think they're something intellectual
Well you have met your match
The b.o.m. is incredible
Flavor is so original
You be thinkin it's edible
Well catch me if you can
The bom is uncatchable
Blunt after blunt, the BO.M. is on cloud 9,
Puffin' up his own
He be spittin' up all the loud rhymes
Snatchin' up the loud dimes
Speakin' all profound rhymes
Now you catch an attitude?
Well it' about time
I was beginning
To start thinkin'
That you kicked rocks
Well start spittin'
The clocks tickin' like tick tock
It's unbelievable
I'm rappin' up a storm
I'm all over the news just to keep you informed
But I don't even have
To you can hear me from a mile away
You better do what I say
Or else you can hit the highway
This is my residence
The evidence is up in the crowd
You can come join me appoint me
All up in the clouds
Swear my days are limited
If I'm in this sh**
To win this sh**
So dj spin that sh** so I can make them limitless
~ The B.O.M