What I Can’t Say

[Intro]
Yeah
They say a fool's born every minute
A genius is born once in a lifetime
I am that genius (And this is that lifetime)

[Verse 1]
I'm Az Izz, high as Bayside
Take sides, mo'fucker, get ate like steak fries (Yes)
You unwise guys (Stupid), stuck on televised lies (Stuck)
Still fit a size five, plus your rhymes are sci-fi ([?])
That's the rap I kick for Em today (Yeah), he bit my style (Yup)
I close my eyes, see him as my child, he was wild (Wild)
You slept with your adopted sis Kim and had a child
And sucked your uncle Ronnie's dick with a smile, boy, you wild
That's your mother mother's child (Ew), bet you don't say my name now (I bet you won't)
This Az Izz, not one of those insane clowns
You trailer park hoe, you been a fed, you been a marshal
I know your lieutenant, mo'fucker, I am your corporal
You the new David Duke, slavin' niggas and Asian, too
Feed 'em poop, then made 'em your famous Caucasian soup
That shit's more nasty than dated juice (That shit's nasty, no salt)
Callin' Black women bitches and hoes, I'm quite sure you done made a noose (What's wrong with you? Yeah)
You a bitch, so your labor (Bitch), they may induce
You'll be the first man deliver a baby out your anal chute (Pfft)
Ain't into savin' Jesus, ain't into savin' Jews
While niggas go broke, you sit by your shady pool like you made it, ew

[Chorus]
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey

[Verse 2]
I know niggas like E-40, Jay-Z, Rick Ross and Gucci (Real dudes)
Who made it, put they niggas on, and made it cool
They wasn't egotistical maniacs, fool (At all), they brainiacs, dude (Smart)
Stupid nigga, that's what brainiacs do (Idiot)
You ain't pass the course (You didn't), you couldn't stand the jokes (Nope)
Ain't pay your dues, I'm supposed to praise you? Blatant mule
You act like you got raped in school, duct-taped in stu'
By niggas who made you cool, you're degradable
Lookin' like Mr. Plastic Tape, with your plastic face (Clone)
Like Galifinakis, I'm a basket case
Ask how my acid taste, on shrooms, I got the sour acid face
Fuckin' my wife while you masturbate (Bitch)
Son, you illiterate (Stupid as hell), a whole lot, not just a little bit (Nope)
Em, you a bitter bitch (Yup), Mariah tried to paint the pic (She tried)
A little bit, then Da Brat try to go explain the shit (She tried)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (I know) it sounded weird as shit
You afraid of fish, my favorite dish, I just ate my bitch
Perhaps I give this faggot a French kiss, like Jadakiss (No, no, no, no)
For free, though, I'll lay his bitch ass out like potato chips
Play the clips, you on stage doin' a cartwheel in a yellow onesie, that's my favorite shit

[Chorus]
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
I'm smashin' pumpkins, I'm smashin' tomatoes (Smash)
Smashin' grapes and bad bitches in they anal (Pew-pew-pew)
You somewhere over the rainbow with a gerbil up your anal ("Ooh-uh")
That's why you scream when you rap, I know that shit painful ("Aah-aah")
Since your first album, you've been gay-bashin', ain't shit happen
Actin' like you a thug, like you about to take action
Name a rapper with melanin, or should I say Black skin? (Never)
In the history of rap from now, to way back when (You ain't gon' find one)
Ever got away with sayin', "faggot", "gay", or "homo"
And their career not come to a black end
You prob'ly signed a few of those with your own ballpoint black pen
I let you out, I'll never let you back in
You crazy, think I'ma let you play me like a ukulele?
I'm the future, baby, you could be my future baby
I'm Az Izz (Yeah), y'all can't stop me still
I got the moxy (I got it), all the mamis say, "Papi's real"
Still the ex-mad math whiz (I'm still that guy)
But no longer addicted (Uh-uh) to pills, hash and acids
But I fucks with the shrooms, though, they keep me on Pluto
Puto... bitch!

[Chorus]
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey
Quit tellin' me what I can and can't say
Em, you a hag, Royce, you and your man, hey