I made it known that I'm legit
If you can't run you should at least hide
I'll leave your ass with more
Bulletholes than the East Side
Shoutout to my fans 'cuz I know that y'all been missing me
And fuck you to the haters 'cuz I know that ya'll been dissing me
Just bought another kilo and my dealer feeling rich
And guess who's fucking back? IT'S DJ MILLER IN THIS BITCH
(pause)
I'm flying in the spirit flow like I'm shitting off a plane
Drive my Lambo at 200 man you ain't even in my lane
Light a blunt while I fuck, bust a nut, clog a drain
Then she suck, snake the pipe, my kids be swimming through her veins
My haters be like pigeons cuz they so bird brained
On their knees for bread crumbs while I'm making it rain
My haters be fragile like they made of porcelain
They be mad 'cuz the girls suck my dick like candy cane
Thank God it's DJ Miller in this bitch
I got codeine making lean selling green I'm feeling rich
I'm getting money in this bitch, call me Mr. Fucking Krabs
'Cuz I'm feeling this shit and I'm feeling your bitch
On the first date does she take dick take a rest stop find out real quick
'Cuz she know that I’m dope yeah the answer clear as lasic
Whisper 'best there ever is' while she splitting on this dick
And I’ll throw these fucking hundreds on my Roger Clemens pitch
(play ball)
You people wonder how I’m so profane
You wonder how I fuck so much you wonder why I smoke cocaine
You wonder how I spit a rhymes and turn this into giant flames
(Breaking news, this just in)
DJ Miller’s Insane
INSANE INSANE like I’m fucking David Blaine
INSANE INSANE got your girl to run a train
INSANE INSANE literal mountains of cocaine
INSANE INSANE let me hope off this refrain
Sweating bullets while I’m swimming balls deep in your mother
Drinking Everclear and Gatorade: prime perform recover
I’ll fuck both your girls then I'll watch 'em fuck each other
(Bitch: did you really just say that)
Bitch did I fucking stutter
Yea I go dumb failing every single class
I don’t need no degree 'cuz i rhyme so fucking fast
I could be a farmer 'cuz I plant and move that grass
And I don’t need no John Deere for me to plow your girls ass
INSANE INSANE cold blooded and deranged
INSANE INSANE Die Hard like John McClane
INSANE INSANE pop the pussy like champagne
INSANE INSANE hoes and money on my brain
INSANE INSANE too legit I'll never change
INSANE INSANE Bugs Bunny carrots on my chain
INSANE INSANE with the pen like Mark Twain
INSANE INSANE killing rappers inhumane