Prodigy

[Intro]

Yeah, do I really need an intro?
No, fuck you! I don't want a goddamn intro, that shit takes to much work!
I don't need a fucking intro, alright?
My fucking god, alright?
No, fuck you!
There's gonna be no fucking intro on this, alright?
Jesus fucking Christ
No, if you want, you can make this the fucking intro, I don't fucking care
Let's fucking get into it

[Verse 1: J-R]
Yo, I'm a fucking rap god
Coming clean out the streets, here to knock your head off
I do what I please, no need to explain it
Bitch, suck a dick. I'm triple X rated
I'm a straight fucking pimp. I ain't gonna lie
Talk shit to me, you sound like you wanna die
I don't tell you how to live your life
So don't tell that to me, unless you wanna be at strife
Fuckers always trying to beef with me
Keep talking, mother fucker. Have your ass beat
My first rap, and I'm already killing
If I keep this up, pretty soon I'll make millions
I don't care what you say
Go ahead, talk more, I still live this way
At C.V. I was the scrap god
Came to P.K. now, I'm a fucking rap god
I still tried to pass down the tradition
All I got back, was a fucking suspension
The struggle's been real, day to day
But I still say what we're all trying to say
You acting all high and mighty
One shot bitch, and it's nighty nighty
You don't really wanna fuck with me
Pop a shot, make you scream, like a fucking banshee

[Bridge]

No, no, fuck. Do I have to keep going with this shit? Goddamn
It's a fucking long rap
You know, fuck you dude. Jesus Christ

[Verse 2: J-R]

What did I tell you in the first verse?
Shit talk more if you wanna see a nurse
My mind is my mind, and not yours
I'm so powerful, make you walk on all fours
Bitch I'm a fucking beauty
Your dicks so small, I had to break out my fucking Zoomies
I'll toss you up and slam you down like space jam
If you don't wanna get fucked up you better scram
But yet again, running won't help you
Pop a cap through your back
And one in your mouth too
I'm the only one here with real shells
You other faggots are only here cause swag sells
I speak the truth, and the truth only
So don't try to say shit, you fucking phoney
You mother fuckers think I'm a wigger
I rap and talk with an accent, even though I'm still bigger
Than half of you fucking wangsters
You still all trying to act like gangsters
Keep talking fucker, I like my beef rare
I keep it cool, give you that ice cold stare
Mother fucker I'll see you on the streets
1 on 1 dumbass I don't need 15 peeps
I take your life away, I'm a grim reaper
You rolled number 8
Your house became Minesweeper
Dropping bombs like I'm Bin Laden
With the sickest rhymes that you can't fathom
When I walk in the house, the panties drop
Can you faggots do that? Huh, I guess not
I'm the illest cold blooded killer
Rap like chocolate but I look vanilla
Got girls painting my name on their nails
Meanwhile your bitch is still for sale
Yes I went there, don't even doubt
I speak my mind, stealing girls. I'm causing drought
The other guys thirst is real
Meanwhile I'm on the highlight reel
I'm the king, you all are peasants
I deliver greatness, giving presents
My eyes are red, I'm on that good shit
I might smoke to much, I'm on my sixth hit
I walk out, bitches on me
Like I said before, I'm a fucking prodigy