Deadass

Scarface Intro:
“I never fucked anybody over in my life that didn't have it coming to them. You got that?”

Intro:
Yo, let's show em one more time. Yung Don and The Brain, show them this work bruh

Verse 1:
I blow all of them out the water, call it Nagasaki, do whatever I have to , I'm the fucking kamikaze
I'm still trying to figure out if I'm the good or bad guy, Battle of Benghazi
My words sting like wasabi, leave a bitch dead with fat titties, Maserati
You must be on somthing if you think you can stop me, I'm a cross between Slim, Makaveli, and Bad Boy posse
You must be cautious, you're a mommy's boy, but she still wants my salami
(Alright drop it —-)
And somebody, who can do her naughty and sloppy, dominant man, she likes me bossy
After I'm done hitting, leave that clit looking like a tsunami
I'm Manson, without the Nazi, see my lyrics leave you confused and joyful like if I'm Poppy
No one can tell a story like I can, you're just another copy, destroying these rappers is a fucking hobby
Don't make me karate chop this coffee pot, drop it on Orange Trump
(Bring it back—-)
Cause the thing is I don't know what the fuck to do anymore
Everybody tries to steal my flow, but they know they can't
When are you going to understand, there is no messing with the only man

Hook:
Cause I'm not a gangsta or a T-H-U-G, never wanted to be, that just ain't me
But probably in my eulogy they'll say I said something and was somewhere I shouldn't have been
But until then I'll see what I see, I'll say what I say, and I'll hear what I hear
Not scared of no evil or love, because when push comes to shove it's always just been me
Not scared to die or live, cause even when I leave, I'll be happy from where I can see


Verse 2:
And now I can feel myself losing all this control cause I don't know where to go anymore
After the people leave, after the ghost goes back to sleep, creep, and weep
It's a routine and I repeat, we get what we reap, the black sheep (lamb!) is feeling weak
Billy goats and buffaloes playing ping-pong with their fucking dicks
Trying to disrespect me, I will make my own Helter Skelter
Diabolical, philosophical, psychological thoughts to the shelter (yes)
There is no getting better, only getting worse as the verse packs itself into a hearse
With the nurse I cursed and dispersed her limbs into the river
I differ from the little boys who hoist themselves into high self-esteems
Lyrics make you shiver and quiver, what a bloody dog!
Call Clifford, I paint a perfect picture of a broken killer
The caterpillar pulls the trigger to end the dealer, he becomes the digger
He can't look at himself in the mirror as he's the sinner
(Boom!) Goes the final trigger, so the only winner is the darkest of the reapers (yea) (diabolical laugh)

Hook:
Cause I'm not a gangsta or a T-H-U-G, never wanted to be, that just ain't me
But probably in my eulogy they'll say I said something and was somewhere I shouldn't have been
But until then I'll see what I see, I'll say what I say, and I'll hear what I hear
Not scared of no evil or love, because when push comes to shove it's always just been me
Not scared to die or live, cause even when I leave, I'll be happy from where I can see

Outro:
HAHA, what you gotta say now