Yeah, Jarren

I ain't gonna say my last name nigga, you know what it is (say your last name nigga)

DJ mother f*****g Hoppa

Your DJ ain't no DJ

He just hit the instant replay, n***a

Bitch I break the law of gravity ain't no way that Jarren's falling off

I write like my hand's possessed, I had to gnaw that f****r off

Scared of what, all you niggas soft that I come across

Bust out this f*****g straight jacket and bite the buckle off

Old school Corvette, colored as mustard sauce

I speak a different language, f*ck discussions with y'all

I para sail the Mediterranean

Your bullets couldn't penetrate the god, my skeleton's titanium

Crazy as a Tasmanian Israelian

Now watch you lame niggas hang from a noose with your feet dangling

Rappers need strangling, I punch out of a pine box

And leap out of the bowels of the devil, subterranean

I fell out of love with that b***h called Hip Hop

Freezer full of rapper's arteries in a Ziploc

Fuck off and kick rocks you f*ckers don't get props

I get my d**k sucked while I'm bumping Kid Rock

This the s**t that you don't know about

You don't live this

Kick the door in at your momma's house

Leave no witness

You a killer or a motormouth

There's a difference

Niggas ride for what they all about

Till it's finished

I'm not a killer but don't push me, we all have our limits

Your foolish actions are dictated by the drinks you sippin'

And that's gonna leave you in a bad position

A drunk tongue bred bad intentions and I'm ready to get this over with

Fuck your corporate ties and phoney biz

Purpose and content we got more to give

And more to offer, useful verb, I'm not a fast talker

When I'm done she'll have bad posture she'll be stumbling and walking awkward

I ain't here to satisfy your vices

And I will not be the comfort to cushion your lonely nights with

I turn them on, light switch, I turn them off, light switch

I'm mixed like decisions but the flow is so decisive

We are not enticed by the life you glamorize

That's your ego in disguise I will quickly testify

There's no love for impostors

Shout out to Brass Knuckle Benton, Demrick and my valley pal DJ Hoppa