No, I ain't come to talk, ain't come to play Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say? No, I ain't came to talk, ain't came to play I'm here to fuck shit up (rare, rare)
No, I ain't come to talk, ain't come to play Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say? No, I ain't came to talk, ain't came to play I'm here to fuck shit up (woah) I'm here to fuck shit up
Look, third eye is functioning, I'm in the function I might go gorillas, go up like a jungle gym Too much of cannabis too much of funguses I get monstrous with my mantras, bitch I like extra condiments on my consonants Ain't no theories over here bitch, just common sense In real life you internet gangsters just want a pic Gee willikers gee my golly who'd I offend? Synonymous with these psychotic psychiatrists The villain within, or depending on who, the victim within If you've got a point that you really do need to defend vent it with friends Baddest motherfucker walking since woman invented man I'm in it to win, I'm knee-deep She's down at my shins feeling my print Shit, I feel like I'm Prince If you happen to use my name in a sentence shit future tense Don't know if it's clear to you what it appears that I'm here that I'm here to do Shit I paid my nigga dues, I transformed you niggas views I'm fucking shit up, lit fuse fuck you and your ten views, bitch
No, I ain't come to talk, ain't come to play (ray bands) Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say? No, I ain't came to talk, ain't came to play I'm here to fuck shit up I'm here to fuck shit up
Compositor: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr ECAD: Obra #18496731