Run It Back

(Intro: Will Ferrell)
Everyone can eat shit!
A big bag of shit!
Haha, I'm the greatest man, in the world!

Yeah

(Hook)
Run it all back, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me)
Say my shit's wack, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me)
Never call back, don't talk to me, (don't talk to me)
Y'all want me to act like I'm different right?
Comin' back with a different vibe
Let me act like a different guy
Like I ain't did it all that
Mother fuckers tryna get up on the track
Run it back (whoo)

(Verse 1)
Let me run it back so we know
I be on the track and I’m bad like Leo
I just love the fact that I have no ego
Catchin’ out a pass like a running back for Marino, I'ma
Never looked back, I don’t need to
Never had a rapper to feature
Fuck it's too bad, but who needs ya
I be on back as I blast through your speakers like
Steppin' on the gas, it's automatic
Mother fuckers lookin’ at me, like they never wanna have it
But it's smart because if y'all just try to step up to the track
And try to diss me, I'll just end you like a drug just do to attics, I'ma
Take a step back, let me see ‘em
All this competition's weak, where the fuck was all freedom
That's these mother fuckers had, on the second that they meet ‘em
Why the fuck would I just join ‘em, if I know that I can beat ‘em
I'm spittin' fire now but I'm so cold
I don't need no lovey shit, I'm stickin' to the bro code
Tryna stay away from these hoes, but they won't go
Watch me as I put these little bitches in a choke hold
Oh no, let ‘em breathe though
I know you be mad, but your attitude is weak though
Think about your ego
We know they a liar and a cheat hoe
But murder isn't something that I probably really need though
‘Cause now it's
Run it all back on the daily
Your mother and your dad probably hate me
I just wanna rap, is it crazy?
Go ahead now and just play me
Okay, I'm back like Johnny Cash
If you faggots ain't really happened to noticed, I'm fuckin' bad like Cool J on a fuckin' track
And I'm laughin' my fuckin' ass off
‘Cause half of you fuckin' faggots will never attack
But this mother fucker is tryna act like he's bigger than that
But why are you bickerin' back?
I'm grabbin' your bags ‘cause you mother fuckers ain't kickin' it back
I'm flippin' the flipidy back, and giving you bitches a pat
And you hate my music, than you can take a big dick in the ass
So I'ma

(Hook)
Run it all back, don't talk to me, (don't talk to me)
Say my shit's wack, don't talk to me, (don't talk to me)
Never call back, don't talk to me, (don't talk to me)
Y'all want me to act like I'm different right?
Comin' back with a different vibe
Let me act like a different guy
Like I ain't did it all that
Mother fuckers tryna get up on the track
Run it back (whoo)