URB

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
One two, one two, uh
One two, one two, uh
One two, one two
Pussy
Pussy boy
One two, one two, uh
One two, one two, uh
One two, one two, uh

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Nasty with this wrist, I got no competition
Great at talking shit like I'm politician
Nationwide ain't on your side I'm unforgiving
I make 'em pay for all these hits like they ain't got collision (GET OVER HERE)
Sniper Wolf, I hit these copies with precision *gunshots*
Peter Bucking niggas 'till they find this new religion
I'm that black man that made your daughter hate tradition
She bought me Magnums, then I tag her with some new positions
I got no head on me, niggas ain't ahead of me
Hit your wifey doggystyle, my special move the pedigree
I'm Stone Cold with this recipe, I cook these niggas breakfast, B
Llama like spit like Tempa T, how dare these niggas step to me
Fuck them cause they not my team
Hella dollars, no receipts
All that cake up on her face, like damn maybe its Maybelline
All this talk about my race, I brush that shit off gracefully
Short stroking niggas from the burbs got so much hate for me (FINISH HIM)
First you was a rapper, then you was trapper
Then you was a punk kid, I guess you just an actor
Niggas getting mixed up in some shit they never mastered
I don't give a fuck about Ma or your grandma
Scrapers tryna buck, they getting dragged by they antlers
I ain’t talking labor when I say I got the hammer
SliM shhs saying that he knows me, not true
The papers said I can't hit (bleep) nigga, not you
Niggas want war, but filing orders for peace (beep)
I'm running with the squad, while you run to police (beep)
Acting out on Twitter just gon' get you deceased (beep)
While I smoke your daddy's ashes
Out my FAFSA receipts, nigga

[Verse 2: Freaky]
On the mic
Make you think twice
On stage you think it's a magic mic
Way I take layers off
I'm from where the moon and water came from
Build relations to the sun
Wake up, smell the concrete when the rain's done
Hungry but I need Ganja before bacon
Give my girl that brown sugar, I'm Sanaa Lathan (FINISH HIM)
I got shit to say, Nathan
Just know that style is ancient
Wise men told me never get your hopes up for Pitchfork
I make sure to scratch and sniff my ass around rich folk
Separate the white from the egg yolk
Kush and orange juice over French toast
Been a goat, tenfold
Down the rabbit hole with Drano
If you ain't know
On the mic, most you no bueno
I been spittin' pukin' on myself since a day one
Chewing on my favorite color crayon
Free Desean
"PREPARE TO DIE"