Bitch You Don’t Love Me, You Just Love What I Stand For

[Verse]
Fire to the booth
Like a boof in the studio, 3rd grade rackin rhymes and riddles
For the Haribo
All these niggas horrible
We can’t get in line with ya
Glock knockin off his yarmulke
Happy hanukah
Wolf gang tendencies
Wolf fang like yamcha
Young nigga yearnin for the yoppa
Gotcha
You ain't breakin bread with
Ya kin
Nigga thats haram
Pineal gland stands
Incantation with the jagan
Abnegation of proclamations
Don’t be wastin my time
Colonization ain’t no different
From a suicide bomb
Rocky dennis
Boy i had to get my head right
I been duckin fabrication since
My birthright
Runnin amuck
Had the love for brothers
That stuck
Like they was sergeant roebuck
Had to duck for cover from
Suckas that was talkin robust
Huey, dewey, louie the bucks
Niggas was scroogin it up
Screwin the judge and executioner
Slidin on the rich like
Lil uzi vert
Givin all the props to the
Producer like Hov did on Lucifer
Holes for the juveniles
You won’t get ya time back
Learn to make a beat or
Get to robbin like Yelnats
Grabbed the mic and ask them
“Can i kick it”
Like i stanned Lee
Zero to a hero
Got me feelin like i’m
(Excelsior!)
Got me feelin like the
Blood of God
Nappy headed soldier
Get the willpower from my mom