Rotisserie Chicken

[Verse 1]
Second half is J first is holding all the L’s
Look Down, can't see your feet, and then you mother fucking fell
Yous a bitch and yous a cunt and you live right in dem motels
You throwing parties got drugs that you can't mother fuckin sell, woo, woo!
You ain't a dime
You a nickel
Im takin shots
Imma pistol
Now try to figure out this fuckin riddle
You like cupcake KD
You left your friends for some cripples, oh
Yeah, no mind, no muscle
I'm roastin bitches yeah all of that shit is subtle
Boy you ain't gonna solve this fuckin puzzle
Now you be commentin shit tryna get me into a tussle, ha
Yeah, why you tryna mess
I gotta lotta shit I need to go address
I ain't drinkin like I'm tryna go impress
And I'm not a racoon, yeah i don't do it for the sex
I got you right in a bag, duffel
You be talkin shit tryna get, in trouble
Diggin up your grave man, you need, a shovel
Yeah i ain't JC man, yeah i dont need, to mother fuckin smuggle

*Talking*
Yeah this that real shit you know
Time to speed it up a bit
Yeah, yeah
Top five
Two time
My time
You time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Verse 2]
Yeah, man I got some fuckin heart
This is how I'm gonna fight like martial art
Don't go and mess my dinners a la carte
Then go say all of that shit on my beautiful piece of art
Yeah, girl I thought you were innocent
Yeah you know this whole song is fucking diligent
Now, all these boys be playin you like instrument
Now you be takin drugs on that mother fuckin stimulant
Yeah, I’m mother fuckin legitimate
I ain't a rider DAL man yeah its irritant
I ain't gonna bring you back to the incident
Where everybody left you and you were in a predicament
Artistic expression. Imma lyricist
High voice, 4’11, you are spiritless
Bitch this might be fuckin villainous
But not really though it’s just the equivalent
Yeah, I'm not gonna act like it matter
All that shit talkin, man it’s fuckin chatter
MPL without that X yeah I'm the factor
Now im climbin to the top like i went right up a ladder, ha!
Yeah what you gonna say
Rotisserie Chicken roastin all day
Last line kinda sounded cliche
Now rewind back this track cause you wanna press play
I told you bitch stay away
You a bitch anyway
They said I gotta go do it yeah I gotta obey
Girl, I cannot stop
Before all their egos pop
Bitch you thought you was a diva
But your only good for top
This shit’ll make your jaw drop
Roastin bitches nonstop
Most active in the game just call me a shortstop
Have you thinkin second thoughts
Got you tied up in these knots
Yeah I’m too much for you
So you can't connect the dots, ha!
Yeah you can't handle
You bitches so fuckin fake issa scandal
At the end yeah im gonna play the sample
Dont be hatin on me bitch cause I'm, XMPL

*Static*

"Oh shit! The real ones know what the fuck this is! *Laughs*
Let's just call it a diss alright?" *Laughs*
Let's keep it going'
Ah, Let's keep it going'
Ah, Let's keep it going'
Ah, let's keep it going
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah!

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I’m mother fuckin legendary
Punch you in a face you need a tooth fairy
Bitch thought she was smart, why don’t she hit up a library
Made this right for you, It was mother fucking necessary
Hand you back the shovel, you get buried in a cemetary
Extraordinary? This is Extragordonary
I be in a big house, not that little on the prairie
I- Was the bigger person, I was tom, you were jerry
And then I look in the newspaper…

*Talking*
"Honey, you see who’s in this obituary?"

Yeah, how you like this commentary
Ready for the new shit, you don’t have to wait till January
I ended your career and now imma fuckin luminary
Dumb on this shit, you like Steve Jobs on a Blackberry
Yeah, I’m not your fuckin adversary
People say I'm weird and its out of the fuckin ordinary
Controlling on this shit, it was mother fucking proprietary
And when it’s all said and done I’ll be fuckin revolutionary

*Talking*
"Ago next stop Battlefield you know?
I'm not done with it bro!"

*Static*