The Bottom Line

Let's be honest I'ma get right to the bottom line
 Raw design got 'em taking shots without the salt and lime
 On my grind watch me taking pussy rappers off the shrine
 Columbine ya'll as my sons that's why I call 'em mine
 All the time I'm Number One and ya'll still on the back burner
 Cash earner counting on my bread in front of Fatburger
 It's mass murder when I'm holding the pen
 Life's a bitch so I left her home alone in my bed
 I'm that hard hitter bar spitter you can let the dogs out
 You must've took the wrong route
 You're fucking with the 'Godz now
 Step off from the side of the ring
 You know you're getting knocked out
 I Started from the bottom without Drake I ain't a cop out
 You hear my name They mention He's on top
 While you sit in home waiting until Detox drops
 You ain't on the same shit my clique be on, ock
 You're a Macklemore fan wearing neon socks, pussy
 (Apathy)
 Me and you you fucking sucker we ain't the same
 You got a problem with me faggot, I dare you to say my name
 Little sad suburban whiteboy stories are all the same
 Probably O.D on pills and 'caine like Corey Haim
 I'll evict the blood from your veins, I'm bashing your brains
 Slashing with twain, send your spirit through an astral plane
 Ap's insane, fuck music sucker dared me to do it
 I'll slice a hole in your stomach and dive headfirst through it
 I'm saying homie, I'm Satan no counting the bones I'm breaking
 And I love beefing more than Merkules loves bacon
 More hooligans hold me down than Ghenghis Khan
 So bring it on, this ain't rap it's a Satanic singalong
 The theme music for Megatron, won't stop 'till your head is gone
 And snatch your gold like a captured Leprechaun
 I say what I do and I do what I say
 Rap 'till I was blue in the face and I blew 'em away
 (Celph Titled)
 I hold two guns across my chest to form an "X"
 Cause that's the universal symbol for war and death
 I host a cannibal cookout with arms, legs and ribs
 So bring Tupperware for leftovers for your moms and kids
 I'll cater your wedding with alligators and weapons
 Before you take your vows (BLAO) My sniper blazing the reverend
 I'm ahead of every time zone so when
 You thinking you had your rhyme sown
 My shit came on and left your mind blown
 Yeah, I pray to God, I'm thankful for my bankroll
 Walk out the do' with everything I came for
 Move through the city with numerous goons
 They much more focused now
 But they the type to shoot up a school
 And leave numerous wounds Across your daughter's face if it's all the same
 I'm the son of Satan dumping bodies in toxic waste
 Marine trained assassins, we'll hit and shoot you
 Throw you out the boat like a motherfucking fishing blooper