The Butcher
Oh oh
I'm eating edamame at some hibachi
Place I can't pronounce
This bitch I brought with me
Ass goofy like a basset hound
She don't fuck dudes unless
The transactions cash amount
That's about 100 grand a week
What she's askin' out
I don't give a fuck, it's just paper, dawg
Told her bring her friends with
All they drink is Vegas bombs
Spike it with cocaine and fall
To a bottle at the painted wall i'm insane
I paint pictures you can buy at banquet halls
Name a record I ain't break, I broke bread
I should've saved it
When you make it to the top
Your best friends your biggest hater
They'll shoot you in the back of the head
Toss you in the back of the trunk
Show up at your coffin with some
Flowers actin' like they loved
Fuck 'em, not me though
I've done too much for my people
And you get cut the fuck up
Like the shuffle in casinos
Keep the nino on reload
No a beamer with the cheat code
His nickname is Chico, he takes life, reaper
Pull up playin' woah, black betty bamberland
He was talkin' that shit, I hop out
Now we ramblin'
Hit him with the hand-to hand
Throw him in the ambulance
Pistol whipped the man, man
Pistol kick like ban, damn
Yeah, why he talk so much shit but
He the first one to run?
Need to learn to hold your tongue
I know you ain't no gangster
Don't hear no son of a gun
You get fap-fap, fapped down, now he gone
Goons get to clappin' like it's
A round of applause
Now you layin' in the lawn like
You know you fucked up, right?
Now, you can't walk upright
Might as well say fuck life midlife crisis
Have and can't afford a chrysler
Always talkin' rap beef
Get tortured in a cypher
Bunch of little rappin' fans
On some fake ice
Rent your cars from enterprise
Try and pressure fake whites
Can't barely keep the lights on
Smack you with my right palm
Don't mean to be nice
Oh, you can't say my name, lame
You lose half your fanbase
Beat you 'till my hands break
Damn, look at your man's face
Why you talk shit about
Me, jelly, struggle, scat
Every motherfucker that
Helped you get where you at?
Jealous, catch you scared of dogs
Belly fat with skinny arms
You don't really want the smoke
You just wanna flap your gums
Smack him, run him over
Throw him in the acura
Yeah, jaw wired shut, can't eat
Give his stupid ass a straw
Yeah, listen, I gotta stop rappin'
I ain't gonna go back to prison
You tryna make diss tracks
I'm tryna show up where you livin'
This is different, change your shit
You ain't even scarin' bitches
Don't ever raise your fist
Unless you tryna praise religion
This ain't just rap shit
Other people get involved
Show up, beat your ass
Put that on one of my vlogs
With your gay bars, sit down, take a day off
Or you end up in a graveyard
Get napalmed with ars you a pussy