Nasty Ryhmes

[Intro]
Yeah, Rigo, Hold up
Watch it, uh

[Verse 1]
First things first, shout out to the homie Roger
Second of all, fuck my ex, I never called her
Third of all, when she comes to me , i dodge her
It's fucking okay, imma treat her like a bullet
Like damn these ugly white bitches wearing mullets
I mean goddamn is you a fucking dike
I'm sorry i was tryna break the ice
You kinda cute but I didn't know you didn't like guys
Like goddamn Rigo why you so offensive?
Why you so obscene?
Why you so damn mean?
First of all I always try to keep it clean
But if you fucking annoy me, bitch you bout to see this fist
Like goddamn, like you little hissy fits
Like you little bitchy bitches who always slit they wrists
I mean you fake emos talk about depression
More like obsession
With Facebook
Uh hey look

[Verse 2]
Came to pack heat
Like a couple stacked Iraqis
And i'll fucking kill you lastly
While i'm fucking rocking khakis
With a couple of creases
Man i made a fucking thesis
That everyone freezes
When my music releases
Hold up
These rhyme schemes
Be crime scenes
Colder than ice cream
Kill any person that i see
Triple 6
2 plus IV
Uh, that's Rig to the damn Z
Bars are more venemous
Than acid filled enemas
Given to my enemies
That simply won't let me be
Uh, gimme the, give me the mic
Hold up hold up
Again it's Rig to the damn Z
Like damn B
Won't you let me get that Grammy
I just wanna cop it, take it to my granny
Like damn i wanna take it to my mami
Uh, but it's okay you little cunts
Won't let me over here chilling with a fucking couple blunts
But ya'll let me be
Or let me see
I'ts okay damn B

[Verse 3]
I'm fucking mad
I'm fucking mad
I'm fucking mad
Cause you Nazi skinheads be playing twister
With ya goddamn sister
And i'm probably dead rocking out to Twisted Sister
With a couple blisters
Shot in my head by a bitchy little hipster
I mean you little outta town circle jerks
Wearing violet, brown fucking Erkel shirts
White moms calling me violent loud fucking dorky dirt
But when they see me they probably gonna shortly squirt
When i pull up with fucking Uma Thurman's sword
Like can i have a word?
Take me to the counselor
Cause i need some Counseling
And it's okay bro cause i'm always bouncing
And i'm always dancing
To my damn own tunes
Goddamn older
Ya ya.little old fucking damn prunes
Ya mad, cause i'm spitting hip hop
With twin Glocks
I fucking spit shots
Like you bitches damn shocked
That a homie like me
Can spit so many fucking bars to win a Grammy

[Outro]
Uh
Shout out to Leo
Shout out to Roger
Shout out to all y'all that share my music
Shout out the homie Nino
Lets go