[00:00.01] 2 Chainz! [00:01.17] Yeah, yeah [00:02.78] Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle [00:05.16] It's the return of the body snatcher [00:07.15] Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo!) [00:09.34] In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple [00:12.14] Pull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar [00:14.60] And my girl eatin' a candy apple [00:16.08] Yeah (mm), I line their ass up (up) [00:17.94] I aim at their Cruiser (baow!) [00:19.29] All of these stones on my neck, uh [00:21.03] They must have looked at Medusa [00:22.58] Pockets Rasputia of course [00:24.01] I drove some rims to court [00:25.16] I fucked some twins before [00:26.65] I had a Benz before, this is the sin report [00:28.96] This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh) [00:31.12] Your money shorter than an acronym (ayy) [00:32.95] Big body when I'm backin' in (whoo!) [00:34.83] Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies [00:36.32] Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (whoo!) [00:38.24] I'm on the Act' again, uh [00:40.30] This ain't a accident, uh [00:42.20] King like Ak-Ron [00:43.51] I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill) [00:46.92] Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn!) [00:50.43] Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car [00:53.39] Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR [00:56.18] F12 same color Kate Moss [00:58.07] Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot [00:59.45] I'm talkin' this and you not [01:01.00] I'm talkin' bricks and you not [01:02.23] I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock [01:05.04] This is the equinox, this what the people want [01:07.36] Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh [01:10.39] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic [01:13.59] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with [01:17.31] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit [01:20.69] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah [01:25.86] Do me a favor, don't do me no favors [01:27.84] These bitches got flavors [01:28.89] They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor [01:30.69] But they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers [01:32.13] Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers [01:33.90] They fly on the latest [01:34.96] Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters [01:36.49] Pardon my neighbor [01:37.87] We eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes [01:39.29] You must be sniffin' that yayo [01:40.44] If you don't think I'm that nigga [01:42.00] Swagger on ten since a day old [01:43.21] It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo [01:45.39] Every track is a K.O., technical K.O. [01:47.91] Go off your head like I'm Ayo [01:49.22] Out of this world, talkin' NATO [01:50.40] It's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole [01:52.23] 'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!) [01:54.35] Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues [01:56.70] Real nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!) [01:58.22] High school, niggas ate yo' food [01:59.42] Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!) [02:01.75] Niggas hate every day, B (yeah) [02:03.82] Shit is O.C. lately (yeah) [02:05.36] Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah) [02:07.20] Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!) [02:08.69] These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy) [02:10.35] Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me) [02:12.18] Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK) [02:14.09] But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z) [02:15.65] Nothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart) [02:17.64] I feel entitled to titles (to titles) [02:19.34] Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title) [02:21.35] Submission, they goin' all viral [02:22.74] Like Chloraseptic, 'septic [02:24.58] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with [02:27.74] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit [02:31.71] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah) [02:36.57] Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again [02:38.32] I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been [02:40.22] Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin [02:41.94] Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event [02:43.86] In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent [02:45.97] And I would not even relent [02:46.99] Up on a little like Osama with a bomb under the bin [02:48.88] And down the middle of the Pentagon [02:49.92] And hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!) [02:51.22] Back and forth, back and forth [02:52.58] Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court [02:54.48] "Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (huh?) [02:57.20] "Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (huh?) [02:58.70] It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?) [03:01.66] Something's gotta give, that's for sure [03:03.43] Yet you keep comin' back for more [03:05.46] Not as raw as I was, "'Walk On Water' sucks" [03:07.42] Bitch, suck my dick! [03:08.65] Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it [03:11.35] So you formed your verdict [03:12.48] While you sat with your arms crossed [03:13.67] Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!) [03:15.96] Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it? [03:17.87] Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!) [03:19.66] But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt) [03:22.02] Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate [03:25.71] Real pain in the paper, I don't trace [03:27.55] But if I look strange and outta place [03:29.44] It's 'cause I'm an alien, [03:30.98] That's why I write 'til the page is outta space [03:33.25] Yeah, from 7 Mile in Novara [03:35.39] To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!) [03:38.22] We shot for the stars (yeah!) [03:39.48] 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!) [03:41.53] So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before [03:44.48] If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!) [03:46.25] Now I'm 'bout to fool again [03:47.33] This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit [03:48.47] A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip [03:50.97] And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick [03:53.05] If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in [03:55.96] I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint [03:57.86] Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed [03:59.75] Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!) [04:01.86] How many fuckin' rappers did I go through? [04:03.42] Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked [04:05.29] And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit [04:06.73] But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out? [04:09.25] 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now [04:11.04] And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down [04:12.68] But the only way I care is if I let myself down [04:14.43] But what the fuck have I woke to? [04:15.82] Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools [04:17.44] I know you still want me to ill out, don't you? [04:19.21] Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open [04:20.78] Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you [04:22.57] So chill out, no, you [04:23.62] Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you [04:25.04] Then I took a stand, [04:26.12] Went at Tan-Face and practically cut my [04:27.71] Motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you [04:29.89] You just called my shit trash? [04:31.11] Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked [04:33.13] "Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track [04:34.57] And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap [04:36.26] Where's your content at? [04:37.32] What's with all the conscious rap? [04:38.32] P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah!) [04:40.08] I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack [04:41.50] 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em [04:43.40] Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac [04:45.13] To the body bag, I'll be back [04:46.36] And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like [04:48.36] Like Chloraseptic [04:49.55]