Admit

[Hook]
You must admit, I'm a little lit
Hopping up the cockpit, killing with the drum kits
Killing with the 6 bits, I never been rich
I've only been a misfit, you don't want no conflict
But I beat a motherfucker if he ask for it
And I ain't fucking with you bitches so just fast-forward
I got a disorder, it's lighter on a voice recorder
Chopping 'em into quarters

[Verse 1]
Yo, music so disgusting
I beat 'em - no discussion, I give 'em hate concussions
Better be ducking when I'm busting and rushing
AK-47, keep the blood gushing
I'm 'bout to bring you motherfuckers misery, Unsolved Mysteries
Y'all got some black CDs, I should've kept a receipt
I'm back at it being a beast, I'm off the leash
Off the hinge, y'all got raps to make us cringe
So bad, it should've been a sin
Hip-Hop's what you never been, Hip-Hop what you'll never be
Some of you motherfuckers ain't even rapping on a beat
They claim they clapping on the beat, more than passion what you need
It ain't all about the speed, you're starting corny ass beefs
Y'all fuckers is corny as can be

[Hook]
You must admit, I'm a little lit
Hopping up the cockpit, killing with the drum kits
Killing with the 6 bits, I never been rich
I've only been a misfit, you don't want no conflict
But I beat a motherfucker if he ask for it
And I ain't fucking with you bitches so just fast-forward
I got a disorder, it's lighter on a voice recorder
Chopping 'em into quarters

[Verse 2]
Gotta admit that I'm here with the real, I'm sick with it when I spit (Yeah)
Can't get rid of my split wigs, I grave dig six-feet deep - but there's so many bodies that don't fit
I could rap slow or I could rap fast, but they still don't give me that
I even make the beats slap, make me wanna chop 'em up and turn 'em into meat slabs
But I don't wanna get locked up so I just spaz on the beat
I'm 'bout to end 'em drastically, claiming that they passing me
Trynna make an ass of me, you ain't even half of me
But I'm about to cut you in two
And then I get my paper, they gon' be like "can you cut me in two?"
Motherfucker, you should kept it screwed to the lyricism
Now it's time for the euphemism
I'ma work your circular system like it's division

[Hook]
You must admit, I'm a little lit
Hopping up the cockpit, killing with the drum kits
Killing with the 6 bits, I never been rich
I've only been a misfit, you don't want no conflict
But I beat a motherfucker if he ask for it
And I ain't fucking with you bitches so just fast-forward
I got a disorder, it's lighter on a voice recorder
Chopping 'em into quarters