Smoked Out

I'm back again to haunt y'all
Screw this crap, what you doing to rap? Thank god that I'm on call
You bitches dancing like John Wall think you winning this race, well you Ron Paul
Yo, someone get the cops involved. I got you ducking wrenches like Dodgeball
So my advice, if you like your life, maybe go invest in a hardhat
Covered in liquor like a barback, so an altercation, don't start that
Following Decibel's a hard act - that's even if you aren't wack
Fuck around, you might lose your life, and the very best you're getting car-jacked
Wanted level: 6 Stars. Healthy flow, sick bars
I keep asses close, and you lost your girl? I'd check wherever them dicks are
I gross a bill-, Pixar. You maybe get a bill like a tip jar
Poor man's this or a poor man's that, well that's blowing up on you like a trick cigar
I'll leave you walloped and your crew demolished. Take that shit and U-Haul it
I'm ill, dope, nasty, sick, fresh, or whatever these dudes call it
Rap royalty, on the throne. You applying that shoe polish
I'm money, dummy, tell your Honey Bunny I'm a bad motherfucker like Jules' wallet

(Hook)
[You getting smoked out (x3)
And I ain't nothing to joke about.] (x2)

And I wasn't joking 'bout you getting hijacked. Fuck Ray Bans, I need an eye patch
Step on the grout so your spine cracks and it's over for you as a live act
I ain't a stick in the mud, man I'll pick up the Buds, come back with like a 5-pack
Bills stained via dye pack, but I'm still big money like IMAX
Blockbuster - Mad Max. I don't want to hear no back sass
From some cat whose shit needs laugh tracks and got fans reaching for the nap sacks
You on the fast track to get your ass whacked. I'm Whitey in this black mass
Fuck around we'll go NASDAQ and have your stock pointed like half-past
Hercules, Hercules, this shit's murder in the third degree
Fuck that, it's a murder spree. Call the law, cuz we got and emergency
Human thermostat since I learned to rap, upshifting that Mercury
Told my dad save it with the birds and the bees, I've been on tits since that nursery
Yeah, Decibel's serving up humble pie
Turn your Mazda dreams to a Honda lease and them mansion goals to a double-wide
And if you lost your jewels in that craps game, well then fuck it man run the die
You don't want more of me, that's horror, G. I got authority you can't undermine

(Hook)

Rap prez, two terms. Strapped with techs, I need a slew of urns
It's like a crash test when I duke nerds. Beat your ass red and hide the Lubriderm
And I ain't too concerned with these sloppy Joes that got choppy flows and try to knock me, though
Drop the gloves, we'll go hockey, yo. Keep 'em on, we'll go Rocky, bro
Yeah, Decibel's in top form, making beats you can't shop for
I'm Doomsday, start prepping. Don't say that you were not warned
I grab your girl, we grab some cuffs, we getting freaky like cop porn
Bust harder than popcorn while your dick be keeping them socks warm
My crew be like one-deep, but you still getting bagged like lunch meat
Ever seen a legend in the flesh and bone? Watch me spit, that's front seat
Two kicks per groin. I'm sirloin, you chuck beef
Get fans turnt like club beats, matter fact, they turnt like club feet
Fuck Cheech, Mr. White, pass me some of that blue shit
I'll even settle for a glue stick, man I'm too dope for that rubric
Every day it's a new chick. More ass than I know what to do with
Next to me, man you think you flossing? You can choke to death on a toothpick