All Due Respect (feat. Travis Barker)

This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot By two hard pipe hittin' niggas 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, ha, look what I did again We the hooligans outside of 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 the need of discipline We the goddamn reason for Ritalin In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin' Dead wrong, we never got along We laughed at the kids that were 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 respect I don't flirt with greatness, I wifed it in Vegas The shit's 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 gets slayed and stays killed On sovereign land, Mike fills the safe up We call when the fam gets paid a great thrill The bad news bear hug, beats, then creep off You 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 scuffed I'm livid, fuming, out of touch I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch Close the blinds, they got drones and mines, we so close to the lie I can almost die I got no goals left but to save my mind They got more holes dug in the earth, oh my The beat gets 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 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 stepdad 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 jungle (the jungle), the brothers (the 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 that said, "I hope God carry ya" Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia To return as a king, "Michael the Benevolent" Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant 'Cause you get no respect