No Celebs

Yeah
 Fuck you Fuck you
 You cool (no you're not)
 And fuck yo life!
 Uh!
 Look, the lead'll be flying
 He said he was nice back then
 But he get better with time (stupid)
 Every rhyme is a Snapple fact
 I'll knock most of these rappers out with a half a smack
 Had the packages wrapped, in the Cadillac
 North Cackalack to Mass
 Back to Hackensack
 Worldwide money getter, dime honey hitter
 Put it in her stomach she said it
 Felt like a hundred sit ups
 The blunt is lit up The beef is dead
 Homicide get to lookin for your body like an Easter egg
 (I found him!)
 The coupe is blue, we paintin the town red
 Get ready for the wave, we goin over your head
 I'm in this crib just going over this bread
 Merch game so strong, starting to attract the FEDS
 Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm... To the Head
 I'm like God standing over your body
 You probably dead
 (BRAAAAAAAAAAT!!)
 I aint fuckin with no celebs (Nope!)
 I'm tied to the street, we hustlin for this bread
 These customers getting fed, puffin only the best
 I serve a hundred cuddies before I get out of bed
 Your lady loves my sheets
 A thousand count on the spread
 (Gunther!)
 Its Nems, Term, and Fev
 This is as good as it get
 And you be hating all the time playa I can see it
 There's ramps on your door
 Now you paraplegic
 (Skrrrrrrrrrt!)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (nah you)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (you gahbage)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs
 Put a camera in my face, I'm rocking you in your head
 (3 piece with a biscuit)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (fuck outta here)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (your last movie was trash)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs
 Put a camera in my face, I'm rocking you in your head
 (BAAW!)
 With it's beef, you tap out
 Fuck what you rap bout
 (Nobody Cares)
 I put a wreath at your hoodrats house
 (Merry Christmas)
 My family is psychos, killers
 I'm the most humble one
 And I still bust my gun huh
 (BAAW!)
 And I'll still snuff ya son, ma
 (Hold that homie)
 That lil pussy is buns, ha
 BUNS
 He can go and get his guns
 I'll stomp him out in front of the church
 The Rev will run, ha!
 I'm at 125th at the fish spot
 Your baby moms pay for everything that the kid got
 I pressed your favorite rapper made him come off of the wrist watch
 Middle of the projects, laughing at hip-hop
 (HAHAHAHA)
 I made your shit pop
 I made your chick hot
 You aint sell nothing
 Your shit was a big flop
 (Triple Wood)
 Yeah all my shit rock
 I'm up in the WIC spot
 Food stamps, cash yeah im holding a big knot
 (CHA CHING)
 Your baby mother swallowed my dick snot
 (Gunther)
 So I took that bitch to the wig shop (Get whatever you want)
 Your fuckin daughter looks like chris rock (Big-ass teeth)
 I'm in Coney Island holding the big glock
 (BRAAAAAAAAAAT!!)
 Yo yo Aint no rapper that you name that's better than Fev
 Every four bars the big UFO do his thing
 Shit is a breeze, I'm in the hood rolling up trees
 They lookin for me, but I'm right where I be
 Know the kid!
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (fuckin weirdo)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (your perfume is wack)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs
 Put a camera in my face, I'm rocking you in your head
 HOLD THAT
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (fuck your causes)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs (fuck your charities)
 I ain't fuckin with no celebs
 Put a camera in my face, I'm rocking you in your head
 BUNG BUNG BUNG!
 You already know what the fruck it is
 Yo Dom, you a dirty mothafucka
 Gorilla Nems
 Termanology
 My man Pony Danza, aka UFO
 We out here
 Yeah
 Brooklyn
 Oh hold up, I almost forgot
 I almost forgot to tell you, sincerely
 From the bottom of my muthafuckin heart...
 FUCK YO LIFE!!!