Scru Face Jean
Homicide (Remix)
[Verse]
Now, I am not braggin'
But bitch, I am swaggin'
I'll leave a body on the carpet, Aladdin
The ratchet spittin like a n***a that's rappin'
So they set they yappers to semi-Illmatic
Wrote this on a tablet like the Ten Commandments
But fuck with my splits and I'll Red Sea yo' cabbage
My cousin was trappin'
Puttin' white into wrappin', somethin' like Marshall Mathers
This shit is ridiculous
Damn, n***a, I be wiggin'
I'm Sam Fisher on a mission, these n***as is bitches
For a minute, been suspicious
They tried to flip it, let's get wicked
They say you a racist 'cause you want representation of people the color yo' face is
Bitches is basic
Don't get the facts but they say shit
Internet is like The Matrix
Wasn't gon' say this (Hah)
Tried to kill me with screenshots
Bitch, I survived situations you actually could be shot
That's right, n***a
Why lie on me? Just fight, n***a
You'll get jacked on the mic, n***a
Whether you black or white, n***a
I'm nice, n***a
They like, "Fizza, yo, why you break down all your videos?"
'Cause some people prolly heard the last scheme an' only heard the word 'n***a', bro
Wanna kill these hoes with a semi-fo'
Half yo' team get it like the 'pick and roll'
And the beam redder than the sickest nose
That's a Special Beam Cannon, Piccolo
Oh, I'm trippin though
This is magic, bastard, like I'm Penn & Teller
Got my whoadie-whoadies and my fella-fellas
When we not around, these haters yell to get us
Then we come around, they turn to Helen Keller
I'm forever better than who you consider
You my son an' I [?]
Who gon' get us?
Simon Say that "Scru the illest"
Like a n***a movin' with a super sickness
I'ma always say what I want, bitch
I'm raw, bitch, you can't stop shit
Some soft bitch was like, "This offends me. Like, Subscribe to Todd, bitch!"
Ah, shit
N***a's got him a rocket
Now they floppin' like Harden
He a marksman
When that shit get to poppin', you'll get rocked like a mosh pit (Hah)
And this ain't a game, but this is my aim and I'll leave you Red Dead
Why is it most o' my haters be lookin' like muh'fuckin' meth-heads? (Huh)
Don't fuck with Munfu 'cause see, n***as be tuckin', they'll put you to bed-bed
And Brainiac is my blood
I'll kill you for dough, I ain't talkin' 'bout bread-bread (N***a, what?)