TONIGHT M/V

Yeah, I’m back again Cut the cord, I’ma attack this pen 18 holes, me smashing them Not the sport, me smacking them I don’t do golf, but I’m stacking them God damn points, what happened when You underestimate, the pace and chase a crazed little face who’s strange enough to play bait Now listen up, everybody got a fucking bitch or what? Everybody think they got a chick that don’t Suck cock soon as they on trips but don’t Be so quick to assume she be faithful When the truth is she be thinking about a dude that is not you And it’s nachos dipping womb, in her room like boom-biddy-boom Put a condom on, 'bout to fuck your feelings You, had it on lock but I knocked the door Twats leave this building I’m, hip-hop and I rock Damien said that I’m easy to mock So is Biggie and Pac, if you got bitch in your genes motherfuck your opinion, ah! It’s on little lama, gone in your mama, moan like I’m dada, song full of drama Don’t give a fuck nah, alone in pajamas, so I can blabla, no gonna stop mads Son, I’m your fatha, loan me your motha Hoes be traumatized, and I’m kinda tight When I grab the mic, so fuck your life, yes I do bite That I’d be wack, who could ever think that? All I do is rap, I attack, where the fuck's my ink at This is my house, you the rat, better stop, you’ve been bad I got a cat, with a gat, so bye bye with a big bang I am jealous and that’s why I fuck you up I am outta control, and I troll you fucking cunts You a toilet to me, I only hug you when I’m drunk I’ma solider so please, you better suck my fucking nuts, like (ahh) Can somebody give these G’s some pills and a big gin Let em’ get a piece or the breeze of cheese And the keys to the feels of a real street-king They don’t wanna bleed, nobody speak But everybody got a funny tweet when I sleep So let’s see, when it’s time to meet You better talk sweet to me, cause I’m MV Yeah, I heard em’ sang A lot of fucking words, like *braaap swag* I got a lot of stuff, they can learn a thang But they know Mads, I’ma dirt-bag I fuck shit up and I burn *pang* Pain in the butt, *you gon’ learn today* They call themselves eternal, but the journal just say turtle gang And this is over you see, you got a click full of psychos? I got a pitbull in me, you got no rhythm or system And I just dribble the beat I smash bars so hard so prison cannot stop me I’m free Yeah and I bet that, you know what the fuck I mean When I say you better go play dead While I’m out just livin' my dream And I might just make no exceptions You either on or off my team So everybody bumping this bitch, you motherfuckers ain’t cool with me! Cause he lie so much And I think it’s time for me to tell you guys what's up He tried to get in touch with me, asking for collabs and such And when I told him “nope”, he went on telling childish stuff, and I’m like; Why you makin' up stories bro? I dissed you in a cypher, now you say I called your phone? Asking for permission to diss you before the song? That doesn’t make any sense, you little whore you don’t, gotta be ah Full blown retard, understand you don’t got a chance with me, nah And I feel like Ninna, I believe a ballerina hide inside you Look like a peacock With beard and brains of a peanut I’m weird but I race and restart Never share my ways, gotta be smart They say I’m bad and fuck Mads They leave in body bags, and I, cuffs And everybody laugh 'til I bust Some motherfucking rap, and I just Made everybody clap, and I dust These little fucking brats, and I cuss Cause I am just so fucking tired of liars Tryna put out my fire And your album, sounds like a -draft- And your MV-diss anthem, I heard it, and laughed I got fans, with a magnum, converting your ass To a van, no ransom? Hurting you bad It’s a wrap So give me thumbs down and give me the look I’ll turn the screen upside down, and pretend that it's good I got skills, no crown, and the people that book Acts They believe I’ma clown, 'til they taste my attack