Put one in the air for the people that said
I gotta stick to funny rap or my career'll be dead
Put two in the air for the people that stated
I gotta be more serious or else the real ones'll hate it
Put three in the air for the ones that ain't dissin
Because they think I'm fuckin' around and never gon' listen
And put four in the air cause I just fuckin said it
And if you're one, two, or three then lemme call you a medic
I make the music I want, and f*ck you if you wanna weigh in
Without me asking for something that don't matter
I got bars that are tighter, and I got pockets that's fatter
I got a b***h with some cake, I'm just sayin she's badder
And I'll just keep it a buck, I support local rappers
But when you sound like some ass
I pray your dreams gettin shattered
You got some nerve just to step to the mic
Let alone put the s**t out
Say it's fire and I'mma put the s**t out
Not a person on the earth want another hook from your mouth
Unless it's from my fishing pole
Gettin cooked like a trout
On the reel I'mma outskill rappers 'fore I kill rappers
Still hoping for a deal putting out some real trash
I hear that s**t that your putting out and now I feel that
I wish I got my ear bitten off like Holyfield
You sound like a f*****g doofus
Music sound like I got roofied
Passed out, fell asleep off the booze
Hit the snooze fore the chorus came in, felt like the news
Came to life and made me slumber
'Fore I kicked off both the shoes
You f*****g goofballs pushing cue balls up at the pool hall
Whole time I'm graduating school, dropping new songs
Who the f*ck you know got a salary and an IRA
And still got the time to tell all you fools off
Yeah, you know I only smoke the goat pack
Other rappers better tending to their coat rack
Yeah, UnoDeuce ain't no joke rapper
If I was then how the f*ck I always smoke rappers
I like my rappers medium rare
You ask for honesty in rap
You want a song have some substance
Sick of hearing all these pacifists go on 'bout how they thuggin
And I get it I agree
But I can't stop myself from wondering
You want honesty in rap then why you rapping about f*****g
My man I've seen the girls that you were with the other day
A bad b***h to you to me is big boned and butterfaced
You on some Mr. Fantastic s**t
Just tryna hug her waist
Sausage fingers, she can only write her name in uppercase, bro
You say you keep your best s**t in the vault
Thirty tracks of mid later it must be still in the vault
Another week, another verse 'bout how you killing 'em all
You probably staring in the mirror while you spilling your balls
You're getting sonned by a really bad rapper
With a d**k so long I sometimes use it as a back scratcher
And if you think I ever cared about you past the music
I could kick you in the throat and it'd be f*****g therapeutic
Fuckin' on your b***h I had her swinging from my nuts
Fucked your sister and yo mama yeah I f****d a lot of sluts
Gotta hand it to your granny she can chug a lot of nut
Left her sticky pissed me off she left a hickey on my gut
StewnoDeuce they call us joke rappers
But if it's jokes then how the f*ck we always smoke rappers
