Pighead Lyrics
Somebody tell me how I'm not official
This shit I drop is like a chopper hit you
And I can box, you 'bout to lose a lot of blood, look like Baraka bit you
You know I'm hot bitch you not forgetful
But I forgive you and I use the hate as the motivation
Every rapper dissing me I'ma make em a coma-patient
Theres no replacement for Payne
They so impatient
Niggas tryin to take my place in the game, ayo it´s blatant
I been watchin em, Stackin my benjies on top of washingtons
Dont make me let the semi snatch your oxygen
Rappers gossipin'
I Murder your top 10 ain´t no slap boxing еm
I clip 'em easy, quicker than Stеvie was tappin Joseline
Merciless, I got some thing perfect for all purposes
Hitman, i get big paper for small services
Conservative, ain't nothin sweet, no preservatives
A nigga came to shake up the game
Here go the turbulence
Is second nature
The weapon maker
Protect the paper
The Pistol smoke like I just left Jamaica
F the haters
We ballin, you just met the Lakers
Your wife a fan
Bite the hand for try'na pet the gators
Check the flavor
My nigga I been of a kind
Im prolly hotter than the sun and the oven combined
You know a gun in the palm
I'm Big Pun in his prime
True Payne, who's sane? I´m the son of Saddam
They´ve been sleepin for years, I woke em up with a bar
Disaffect, twist your cap like I´ma open a jar
I´m rolling up a cigar
I got a hammer so big
You dont know if thats a gun or im holdin up a guitar
Certified as a stepper
Murder for my opressors
Trying to steal from me
A bullet'll circumsize a finesser
I grew up in the 80s with Burners & Dr peppers
I see through the bullshit I´m a fertilizing professor