Federal Crime

( radio chatter: Dispatch, I’ve got an armed suspect over on…*cutout*)

 

Coming in hot, straight Kamikaze

You gonna fuck around and Finna catch a body

Hold that nigga by his head, he still counting sheep

I be counting dollars, fuck I earned my keep

Running streets, banging hoes

It’s personal, and that’s just how life goes

Ford Mustang, blood on the grill

Chopper extended clip, shit got real

Straight warfare, I be digging the trenches

I ain’t a cheater, but I know that your bitch is

Tie her up and Slut her out in my dark horse

Swinging my shit like golf, straight from the golf course

Opp press me the next day, asking if i fucked his bitch, i said duh, of course.

Now his bitch is mine, got my time right in the dime

Fuck-a-rhyme, let the new Biggie get his time to shine

Diamonds on my wrist, hyping up the whole damn floor

Dancing over me like they ain’t seen a fly nigga before

He snort a line , nigga that’s just flour

I ain’t sorry I’m honest, so you can’t be all sour

You just ain’t a player, it’s common fucking sense

You just can’t seem to get the fucking hints.

Imma murder verses to versus you

I don’t give a fuck all the servers who,

Look at a fly nigga like brunch-time

Straight Eminem, imma crunch rhymes

Eat that shit up, it’s a munch chime

So damn honest, it’s a Federal crime

I change my flow, straight chameleon

You can try it, but you a sit down comedian

Hang they neck like a clothes rack

Rack around and never look back

 

 

( speed rapping verse)

 

I run the track straight like Dale Earnhardt

Put your head in your ass and give up I’m too hard

Straight Speedy motherfucka’ can’t catch me

You wet yourself, this nigga over here is trashy

Face it pussy, you ain’t never gonna pass me

 

( normal speed)

I’m even say it in Spanish for ya

 

Eres una puta recta, deja de tapar para no arruinar el flujo, tengo putas, es mi momento de brillar, robar el centro de atención, esta es mi parte del espectáculo.

Get it through your rotten head

I’ll be here long after you’re dead

Smoking carts and drinking henny in bed.

How you die, I fill you with led

 

( outro