The Killing Joke

Bitch, bitch, bitch
 Let the old me die, bitch, he ain't coming back
 Like a teen suicide, y'all keep going out sad
 Put the money in the bag, wave the fuckin' white flag
 When the smoke subsides, that's gon' be a long drag
 Got dogs on the [?], bet it bites when it's mad
 And they know I got swag so they jock, tryna grab
 On my dick like a ass, nigga, get off [?]
 Got a Glock and it blast, [?]
 They not finna clash, nigga, don't act brash
 Get cut like a rash, and the blunt got hash
 Stay high off my ass in the same old stash
 I'm back in my bag, do you dirty, my bad
 You really not red and the South gettin' mad
 A nigga got class like a teacher [?]
 You really just a fad, if the flow go bad
 A nigga [?]
 Y'all all really comin' with shit
 "Oh, Fukkit, you sound the same since Scratch Paper, man"
 Man, shut the fuck up
 Honestly, shut the fuck up before you get
 smacked for sayin' some stupid-ass shit like that
 You sound retarded—
 Heard they got problems where it's at, I'll lay a nigga flat
 Till you see me on the map, I'm on you like plaque
 While they buggin' like a nat, my pockets gettin' fat
 Now they workin' on some abs, and [?] is workin' [?]
 Got a squad, they hit the flank, they take it like a tank
 And the ass what I spank, she drippin' like a sink
 Got the [?], [?]
 Man, she really think I'm famous, shouts to Kay P in L.A.
 And I body like a model but I know it [?]
 I could point the semi-auto at your bro and let it spray
 Got the molly by the rocket, keep it tuckin' like a shank
 If my niggas got a problem, they gon' rearrange your face
 And I kill it 'cause I gotta just to feel a little safe
 I'm a product of my father and my momma on a date
 He was nothing to me always, why the fuck you think it change?
 [?], then I'm shootin' at the face, okay (Okay)
 Stop fuckin' lookin' at me
 You don't understand what you don't understand
 Bro, I don't wanna say it again, just
 You shouldn't even know—
 It's pathetic
 Huh (It is pathetic)
 When they girl suck me up, closest that they get to toppin' me
 Gave her right back, wasn't in the mood for robbery
 I'm jokin', all comedy, man, all you mad ironically
 'Cause when since you all did not humor me, I laugh at idiocracy
 Run into your day job for my entertainment
 Punch into the clock, off the flak when he rage, man
 Opposite of that, fuckin' wonder where the day went
 Golden hour shots, Brando pull up with the A1
 Oh, you want convention? Well, keep suckin' on that same dick
 You ain't got no talent, always runnin' out that same trick
 Everyone's a critic till yo' family down the range, bitch
 Narcissistic tendencies and [?] in the Range whip
 See me how I'm runnin', gotta wait for the unzip
 Jerk it like she nervous when she comin' with the tight grip
 Watchin' for the quick slip, got it off the tongue tip
 Call it how you want it but still probably get that [?] skipped
 Real quick