Bobby Johnson Beats - Clone Wars lyrics

Ayo. Product of that Wu-Tang and Onyx. I'm rude, obnoxious, but honest. I keep my hands in my pockets until I need to pop it Lorena bobbits till I comet in her noggin. Gobb'lin like she's norm', man. Then jackin' her for her porcelain. I used to be poor than I decided to rap. Catching flack--for the diss tracks--I made to strike back. Pushin' like I was my uncle sellin' crack on the streets. Could have said I was the real life counterpart to Riley. Foolish me, now I'm Huey with the Glock co*ked Black hoodie while I stroll through the Boondocks. Cops yellin' out "When this coon gon' stop?"! So they shot up the block before the beat dropped. "No love", like D-Row said..I don't need to prove that I got cred. If I'm in the news, that means I'm dead. Unless they find a body, you know I probably just fled Give head to get ahead, but baby just 16. When she was spittin' cum, I was spittin' my 16s. Do I glorify the struggle or act and deeds?-Indeed....I speak extreme.-Dead exes in the stream I put a piece to every puzzle. The revolver solves 'em. Never being subtle when I cuddle, but I proceed with caution. Cause nowadays, you might need a contract, just in case you contract a disease. Walking dead But anyways, I'mma keep on flowin', with no emotions, I'm boastin' with the game on focus. They say I rap like I'm reading from my notepad. So I tore a page out, shoved it down they throats fast. Cra** but I ever last. Lick both Gonads and pout like you were in a backroom casting couch Ain't nobody sayin' my name. Been workin' behind the scenes, pulling the strings, but now it's time for me kick it new release. Tired of rappers every--day I see. Young Money? Well I don't just rob. Gangbang Nikki while her homeboys just sob, tied up, send a video, General Zod. Hey, I'm the God who graduated cum laude Play it humble like forever alone Drake. I'd rather be a dick like R.A. the Rugged Man and complain about hip hop...Yellin "Homies over hoes" in a club bumpin' Luda while the booty pop Drinkin' sprite while I'm wearin' Nikes. Awkward white girls, can't twerk, on the floor, in my sight Still gon' k** it. Not even my style, but I still gon' build it. Adapt then I cap the creator like a bottle maker. Breaker breaker one nine, I dual wield nines and knives