All Due Respect (feat. Travis Barker)

This year we iller than a nun in a cum-shot

Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot

By two hard pipe hittin' **** on the orders of Marcellus

To the soundtrack of 2Pac

I'll beat you to a pulp, no fiction, Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent

Blow marijuana smoke, no incense, exhale in the face of innocent infants

On some, ah ha, look what I did shit

And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop, I'ma put a bullet in a pig

And rin tin, tin, ah ha hah, look what I did again

We the hooligans outside school again

Sayin' don't be a fool, never follow rules again

We the bad boys bully with the fully that

The teachers say ain't shit and in need of discipline

We the goddam reason for Ritalin

In the back of the class twitchin' and fidgetin'

Dead wrong we never got along

We laughed at the kids that was active participants

Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag

And a bible of Gideon, got suspended for bullyin' a bully

When I go back to class, I'ma punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

('Cause you get no-no-no-no-no respect)

I don't flirt with greatness, I wifed it in Vegas

The shits all paid for, I signed the papers

Used to date but then I made her my main bitch

Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage

And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville

Any invader get slaid and stay killed

On sovereign land, Mike, fill the safe up

We call when the fam get paid a great thrill

Bad news bear beats then creep off, drive a rape van, mullet, Ray Bans

We do vicious, you do witness, you don't clap shit, you's a cricket

Run the J's we don't run so much, it's all fun and games

Till my J's get scarred, I'm livid fumin' out of touch

I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch

Close the blinds, they got drones and mines

So close to the lie they almost died

I got no goals left but to save my mind

They got more holes dug in the Earth, oh my

The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater

Drinker fired by the company

Friday late on the car note, tryna do taxes

This is my house and it's high or the highway

High or the highway

High or the highway

High or the highway

High or the highway

('Cause you get no-no-no-no-no respect)

I'm a thrill killer, I will test you, just like daddy fuckin' left you

It's all your fault, mommy's lonely, you're a burden, she needs rescue

Hey little buddy, where's your mommy?

Call me step dad or uncle Johnny

Here's a dollar, don't follow behind me

I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas

Hang where the cops seem scared to find us

Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us

Fuck your life but first run the diamonds

From the jungles, (Jungles) the brothers (Brothers)

Can't relate to your first world struggles

You want safety, hugs and cuddles

IED's will leave bloody puddles

Woke up in Nigeria, kicked out America

Case of malaria, shit got scarier

Got left with a gun and a pit bull terrier

And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya

Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores

You know, back to the home of a rock in Georgia

To return as a king Michael the benevolent

Gold draped riding on the neck of an elephant

('Cause you get no-no-no-no-no respect)