EMPIRE (Marquis De Lafayette Rap...
• Written by Back-Then-Recordz
Monsieur De Looter - EMPIRE
(Marquis De Lafayette Rapping Parody)
Set on November 1st, 1789
Intro (No beat):
The colonies hittin’ me up, tryna get a feature out of me
The British hittin’ me up, tryna get a feature out of me
Yeah, everybody tryna get a feature out of me, but, my, answer, is-
FUCK NO, I got my own empire to run (Back-Then-Recordz)
(Ay, Monsieur, they gon’ slander your ass if you don’t pick a deal)
(Then fuck it, I’ll just do my own thing, and hand ‘em the smoke)
Rap (0:03):
Yeah, leave on ‘em read, tell ‘em to fermez-la ‘cause I got an empire to run.
Tell that bitch boi if he tries to flee, first he gotta talk to my gun.
Yeah, the .9’s always aligned to your skull, don’t try to run.
Yeah, gotta keep my wifey impressed, it’s literally my job to keep her stunned.
Uh-huh, fuck the snitches, see one and let that boi know he’s done.
Handgun’s gon’ make a bad noise, it does a good job of leaving none.
Gon’ go for a money swim in Auburn, can afford it ‘cuz they better than ones.
Made it out the crackhouse then started usin’ the crackhouse, no mLs, just Cc’s by the tons.
Yeah, you know me, I tell the opps and rats I hope they get ran over by a semi-truck.
Tell ‘em I hope he gets stood up by a druggie then given a good slug.
And I hope they take it like a good girl, ‘cuz they fuckin’ suck.
Yeah, and I hope if a whiteboy walks up to ‘em, I hope they get fucking mugged.
This mothafucka just said I’m ass to my face, that’s how I know he a drunk.
He doin’ this shit ‘cuz his wifey prefers the third-wheeler, he gettin’ pushed around like a hockey puck.
And fuck you too, Louie, when I see you beggin’ for grapes and lemons and aid, you better fuckin’ duck.
Or the kids you never met gon’ be truly fatherless and MADD gon’ take a pic ‘cuz yo face lookin’ all fucked up.
Yeah, fuck you, Loius XVI, you power-hungry crackhead, we just left you without a home.
Yeah, you thought I was on your side and would head your National Guard? That’s how I know you got an extra 21st chrome.
And you won’t fucking escape me, all escapes lead to my Glocky like all roads lead to Rome.
I know you never heard of still water, but Glocky gon’ do you like a still body, and so,
It’s goin’ down soon, my shottas cuttin’ off yo laundered Bugatti on the road.
Yeah, he gon’ sent a .45 to yo skull and the Bugatti you once rode and drove gon’ be stole.
Yeah, fuck, man, I have no respect for you, I hope you get trapped in a pothole.
And I want you to know the only reason you’re worth shit is ‘cuz when yo mama saw the king, she blowed.
Yeah, fuck Louis ‘cause he an asshole, let me in with my Glocky and he’ll disappear like he went in a black hole.
Gotta analyze the keyhole, mothafucka’s baitin’ him, I’ll play him like a NES console.
Yeah, mothafucka I play patrol, catch him in the wrong city on my motor, he dead ‘cause I don’t do parole.
You must be depressed wit’ no friends, I hope you go down a sinkhole, but before that, SHUT YOUR DIRTY-ASS SPEAK-HOLE-
Gotta re-focus, but I still gotta flex on this hoe, tell him I’m boutta buy out all of Seoul.
Yeah, ‘cause I know just for a slum in there he’d sell his fuckin’ soul.
Yeah, I hate crackheads like him, so I’ll pop his ass while he’s takin’ a stroll.
All I gotta do to catch him lackin’ is put a whore in his face, ‘cause he cannot fucking pull.
And I ain’t done with the opps yet, yeah, every opp is a virgin loser.
They can't treat women right for shit, only want a bitch to use her.
Then there's the Tinder accounts, why the fuck they need a user?
And they keep sayin’ they hunters leavin’ me bleeding on the sidewalk, but they can't even talk shit on a computer.
Yeah, bitch, you a dumb fuck, no shit you got a brain tumor.
But you know I’m like that, produce only the best, and compared to me, you have zero fucking future.
Yeah, just fucking surrender already, better if done sooner.
And I’ll have an opp begging, I choose my Glocky ‘cuz beggars can’t be choosers.
Yeah, fuck, don’t got time for these bozos, I’m a shooter.
And bitch, they call me Karl Malone ‘cuz they know I never miss, not just as a hooper.
While I’m buildin’ mo’ barrels for my lean, then I order around these hoes ‘cuz I’m the fuckin’ ruler.
And tell my opps don’t go on Elm Street, I’ll kill ‘em even in they dreams and nightmares like Freddy Krueger.
Yeah, Maximilien says I’ve been-a-dick, that’s because your bitch wanted me to screw her.
But I didn’t ‘cuz I have better things to do, I got an empire to run, and you’re just a viewer.
And yeah, maybe I’m not picture-perfect, maybe I am a little of a crack user.
BUT UNLIKE THE REST OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS, I AINT A LSD ABUSER.
Outro:
Yeah, I’d tell y’all to suck my dick, but I’m straight, so hell nah.
Back-Then-Recordz, French, y’all bow down to me, you do not disrespect your new king.
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