I Make the World Spin

Yo, white eyes, black T

Ill rhymes, that's me

Hollywood's now labelled as lame

But I've been on that raw shit since I came in the game

Fuck this, rap **** tryna act like they punk rock

Tight jeans, mohawks, screamin' fuck cops

Y'all should get your fuckin' nuts chopped

You all look like you suck cock

Bust shots if you hate me

Yup, that'll fix the problem

Put me out there and leave it up to Mr. Goblin

To contribute to all the bullshit that's droppin'

So he can take his kids out Christmas shoppin'

Look at the **** all spinnin' circles around

My verbal profound lyrics make 'em hurdle the town

They washed up till they gurgle and drown

Their whole dynasty, I'm burnin' it down

Funk Volume, you heard of it now

I get the bitches out

(And let the girls in)

Your baby daddy shouts

(You stole my girlfriend)

You see, I'm on the prowl

(I make the world spin round)

Welcome to the pain in my life

(Yeah, baby)

(Suicide) Trust I might

Tell 'em what my motto is (Fuck my life)

Don't need alcohol to upper (Cut my wife)

So much rage I could (Crush my mic)

See, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed

My brain works, but the whole left side of it's dead

There's a little small gremlin inside of my head

And lately I've been feelin' like I'm livin' life on the edge

Oh, wait a minute, this ain't a gimmick

I can't pretend that I'ma scream it loud to the world

Just in case they forget it

Be careful on some of the knowledge that you get from critics

They tryna execute a ****, but I stay committed

New topic, mind over matter

Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder

You wack **** don't ever show signs of a rapper

It's gettin' too serious for you, why, what's the matter, yo?

I get the bitches out

(And let the girls in)

Your baby daddy shouts

(You stole my girlfriend)

You see, I'm on the prowl

(I make the world spin round)

Welcome to the pain in my life

(Yeah, baby)

Yeah, the black man's bad

There's no topic my rap can't smash

The state of hip hop, that can't pass

It's all full of shit like a fat man's ass

May I please have just enough trust?

Sticky motherfuckers who leave the rest of us stuck

I turn my head and now you mess the stuff up

All that (You) (Turn it up)

Just shut the fuck up (Damn)

I'm rude and I'm so wicked

I make sure you never blow up

Like a balloon with a hole in it

I knock hustlers for a living

Got muscles for the women

Got puzzles for the children, blaow

Plus I got a sick delivery that'll have you **** shivering

And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically

You can't touch my shit

So I'ma end it just like this

Suck my dick

I get the bitches out

(And let the girls in)

Your baby daddy shouts

(You stole my girlfriend)

You see, I'm on the prowl

(I make the world spin round)

Welcome to the pain in my life

(Yeah, baby)