for any hater ever
Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 2:30 am
shut ya mouth, you have the right to silence,
cause the next thing you say may result in violence,
john paul got this hip-hop shit down to science,
listen up daniel-san, you need some guidance,
you’re a new contender, homie, imma finalist,
when it comes to writing rhymes, boy i’m the finest,
but to be truthful i’m a little bit biased
you can get your ideas, your bulb ain’t the brightest
truthfully fuck any hater man enough to step up
cause if he steps to me he’s gonna get his throat cut
cause in this game you gotta know what’s what
now i could tear apart every superficial issue with you
or i could grab my nines so you could have some guns to stick to
i need to step back, maybe even catch a breather
while you bitches are busy imitating Beiber
i’m poppa john fool you’re just Little Ceasars
i’m attacking, hacking ya with the meat cleaver
chopping up ya body, hiding it in my freezer
this big white boy is a sinner and a bastard
static causing this white noise annoying the pastor
rocking the intergalactic glock, alien blaster
i’m the master who wrote the last chapter
on how to destroy the wackiest rappers out there
make sure to tell them that they’re not shit
the exact opposite of hot shit, got it
thats only the first lesson, the rest of ‘em
involve me grabbing my weapon
so any body thinking of spitting on my name
you better think twice, before i rip you out the game
i’ll fuck you up, down, left, right then make you do the walk of shame
cause the next thing you say may result in violence,
john paul got this hip-hop shit down to science,
listen up daniel-san, you need some guidance,
you’re a new contender, homie, imma finalist,
when it comes to writing rhymes, boy i’m the finest,
but to be truthful i’m a little bit biased
you can get your ideas, your bulb ain’t the brightest
truthfully fuck any hater man enough to step up
cause if he steps to me he’s gonna get his throat cut
cause in this game you gotta know what’s what
now i could tear apart every superficial issue with you
or i could grab my nines so you could have some guns to stick to
i need to step back, maybe even catch a breather
while you bitches are busy imitating Beiber
i’m poppa john fool you’re just Little Ceasars
i’m attacking, hacking ya with the meat cleaver
chopping up ya body, hiding it in my freezer
this big white boy is a sinner and a bastard
static causing this white noise annoying the pastor
rocking the intergalactic glock, alien blaster
i’m the master who wrote the last chapter
on how to destroy the wackiest rappers out there
make sure to tell them that they’re not shit
the exact opposite of hot shit, got it
thats only the first lesson, the rest of ‘em
involve me grabbing my weapon
so any body thinking of spitting on my name
you better think twice, before i rip you out the game
i’ll fuck you up, down, left, right then make you do the walk of shame