[Sample]
How am I suppose to k** some thing that is already dead men
What!
Yeah! It's like k**ing some sh** twice
Check it!
[Mackgee - Hook] X 2
It's not typical
When he spits the flow
You know he's aiming for the peak, never keep it low
[Mackgee – verse 1]
Speakers blow
When I get – physical
With this microphone, it's like strippers' clothes
‘Cause you know it's going down
Buckingham – I'm showing crown
Like a UK spot we're blowing pounds
When the going gets rough – men! We're slowing down
And the people said what? Men I'm so in town
And I never left, I do it right hell ‘a threats
The music right, sell it fresh
The view is like, FED Express
I drop it on your front Porch
Cheering when I'm on tour
Hearing all my songs more
You're happy and I'm happy
You're sagging all them Khakis
Now your daddy wanna flag me
Bad! Radio Censor
TV carries a temper
I said you married your gender
They said that I called you a f*ggot
Face what really matters
Disgrace, can't see these maggots
They're just really backwards
On stage I'd be the baddest – Check it!
[Sub hook]
You're a chicken let the egg hatch
You're a victim better get back
On a mission need to get pa**ed
- All my worries
[Hook]
[Mackgee – Verse two]
You're typically typical
I'm eager to finish you
You see that it's difficult
To sit on this pedestal
Yeah – we're sitting here
We get premiered
MTV and co
And we stand with Keisha Cole
Hey! Young man you need to know
I don't see you on television
Oh boy! I could tell you're wishing
You're going to jail – eviction
Your clothes will be smelling prison
You're p**y I swear you're kitten
Men! You're kind ‘a harsh on me
Not doing time or larceny
I'm doing fine, I promise me
Will get there
I'm doing mix-tapes for now to get ear
Circling, running around for big cakes for now forget square
Burst that! – Men the first fact is are you worth that
You're Cece Whining with your little makeup in your purse bag
Nonsense! You little dumplings
I get it jumping
Same love that I get from east coast I get from Compton
Just a matter of time
I know you're mad that I grind
But I gotta do what I do, spitting fabulous rhymes
Spitting fabulous what? Don't speak of hyping the club
You live the life of a thug
You need a wife and a hug
You need to brighten your stuff! Damn!
[Sub hook]
[Hook]
Shoelace, takeover!
Show ‘em what you got
Do your thang boy!
Peace!