Fuck Rappers

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Planet Asia] Fuck rappers, ban 'em like flavored Dutch Masters Your cuts after I listen to 'em with much laughter Champagne slush, my campaign crush Groovin'; powder Peruvian, black Nubian maneuver I'm like Max Julien to cougars, with more racks than Hooters Wasn't for rap, I'd prob'ly be head of the pack Pass the straps to shooters Pockets lackin' Gouda, that's when niggas pack the Ruger I caught a cool run, my crew runs shit, Hilltop Hustling logic Rock your pillbox, I still got a couple of projects Niggas can't fuck with my accomplishments The Don is supreme sonic, Ebonic, speaking in phonics Reminiscent of hand-to-hand, runnin' for big knots Now it's G&Gs all over my silk top Amongst trappers, in the cuts, we clutch clappers Ain't another nigga dapper, nigga, fuck rappers [Verse 2: Willie The Kid] Fuck rappers, niggas 'posed to been dead Bled through the Band-Aid, I'm Pinhead Hell raising, I lay blades, Clive Barker and Wes Craven My neck's craving, I savor the flavor It's savoir faire save my fear for the savior For all the rest of y'all I gotta bomb, Jaeger Especially you rappers, fuck all of y'all I'll fast-forward them backwards, sick chiropractor I'm hot like the sand out in Cairo, a pyro Maniac, a klepto, brainiac, I'm zany Poppin' like a Xanny, declare war, Cheney My ho is like Claire Huxtable, hard lustable All these rap niggas gassed up, combustible Feminine internet niggas, fucking weirdos Me and Planet Asia like Albert Anastasia But we Asiatic, original fabric Never fabricated, ain't got it, never had it Used to play ball, now you want to be a rapper [Verse 3: Fashawn] You know what? Fuck rappers We puff-puff-pass 'em, turn niggas to blunt ashes Consider me retro and vintage I'm blowin' dro out in Venice A role model and my role is simple: That's captivate your soul and control your mental Teach you how to hold a pistol Go to Nobu and order the whole menu Glow like I wrote it with a solid gold pencil G shit, cause thorough is how I keep it Niggas know, every block every borough, it ain't a secret Flow rare like the first mural or Mona Lisa Check your intellect, 'cause you're in front of a teacher I roll the kind of reefer that'll give you amnesia Don't believe it? Well, roll up a gram and have a damn seizure