MAD!

[Intro: Various News Reporters, (Very Smurt)]
40-some year old John Von Dawn, known as rapper Very Smurt, has died. The Prime Time News officials confirmed his death Saturday evening. They say the rapper was invaded at home in west L.A. when he was approached by a gunman. The news office says that man stabbed the rapper and then fleed… (fled?) into the darkness

Do y’all know that point where, when you want to sneeze, but your nose really tickles and it’s very irritating when you’re trying to rap. But then, you never actually sneeze? It’s one of the worst things in the world, and Smurty Boi can not deal with it

So apparently, we are at the scene at Very Smurt’s death right now, and, uh, apparently he was killed by some unknown man in a bag with a mask. Who knows who it is…
(Ay, ay)

[Chorus]
Baby, we basic
Keeping my money in Mason’s
All of these trappers be saying
They ain’t keeping their wads in a bank but
Spotify royalties stripping me naked
I put the money in moneyless
Middle-class wannabe’s better go study this
I got the IRS all on my ass
For screwing up math
These people are making me mad, ay

[Verse]
They making me mad
I was just sitting, relaxing
Having to smash all the haters
When they be invading
It’s tiring, I gotta buy in it
I’m with the fads, I’m with a trends
I making lovers and turn ‘em to friends
Gotta be making some divider ends
So I can get by all the bad investments
This is the business
I’m 'bouta diminish
Booking flight to Tiauana, I’m gone
This ain’t a Christmas
Kid better christen this
I gotta make all the money I laundered, wait
I ain’t ever said, (well), I ain’t ever meant it
IRS sticking me all in their mentions
I oughta make some cash
Get me fibbing to a mob boss ass

[Chorus]
Baby, we basic
Keeping my money in Mason’s
All of these trappers be saying
They ain’t keeping their wads in a bank but
Spotify royalties stripping me naked
I put the money in moneyless
Middle-class wannabe’s better go study this
I got the IRS all on my ass
For screwing up math
These people are making me mad, ay

[Verse 2]
I wanna go home, go back to l.a
But I gotta save dat money, I’m dave
Lil buddy, don’t estimate it
Charging me a milli, so I gotta evade it
I made bank up until i got shot
I be guessing ressurection just ain’t so hot
But I gotta make bank, so I gotta drop
But lately, been thinking of switching to pop
Cuz I got money to save
I got shit to do
I got friends to pay
A nice visit to
Then, boi I’ll bail on they sorry ass
I got 99 problems and an army of passion
Bored of this
I gotta tired of that
Got an 03 Chevy, no designer hat
Got a mob man trying to evade my taxes
I’ll evade his girl, what’s poppin'?-to action

[Chorus]
Baby, we basic
Keeping my money in Mason’s
All of these trappers be saying
They ain’t keeping their wads in a bank but
Spotify royalties stripping me naked
I put the money in moneyless
Middle-class wannabe’s better go study this
I got the IRS all on my ass
For screwing up math
These people are making me mad, ay