Brian O' Conner

I'm the one they know

When I pull up shit's gonna pop off

The reverend, severing heads with a serenade on a arch top

Get a grip on my yard-ball

What the fuck is this? Y'all are golf balls

I'm menacing, this is wanton

What the fuck is up? Tell me wahgwan

Never seen a pimp with a hard on

Fuck the rap game without a condom

And the shit I'm on, you will be, Saiba

I'm the wave that you ride on

I could drown you if I want

Y'all still on my old shit, let bygones be bygones

What the fuck?

This shit is death by the lead

I'm the fear inside your head

The one motherfucker y'all are not better than

They been sleeping on me for a long time

Got a pillow and bed, silhouette of a killer in a shed

Frank Miller with a pen

Frankly shred these Frankensteins

Then get a standing O' by the dead, huh

These rappers I don't care about

These labels suck without a doubt

I don't give a fuck who you know

Who knows somebody? Who knows anybody?

Just want you to know my balls gonna be on your screen

Just watch the fucking pair amount

I don't even wanna rap like this

I just wanna make music

I just do it for the fun

Do it for the play, do it for the dough

Do it for the hoe, do it for the dream

Making y'all scream, making y'all cry

Making y'all sad, making y'all mad

Fuck this shit!