Stupid Boy

R. R. versus the whole damn state

No girls on the jury I done lost my case

My attorney’s nevous what the judge will say

About that fresh tattoo up on the side of my face

I got your bitch sending flicks to me naked

I be rocking stages while you’re minimum wagin’

Ha, no guns in my waist man

But I know a few dudes that are down to catch a case man

And ill welt you up and I’m down to scrap

As a matter a fact you better get back

Motherfuck clit clat attack

Everybody with a Mac sitting in the back of class fucking strapped

Amanda Bynes (call her Bynes)

Maybe I’m crazy, amazing in the cranium, praying for haters to actually face me

I’m just a stupid boy and I know why

Spendin’ all my time on the wifi

And I wonder why (why)

I do not have a life

All I wanted is a bitch to fuck me (fuck me)

But all these stupid bitches want to love me (you’re cute)

But inside I am ugly

U-u-u-u-u-u-u-ugly

Made about a mill this year

Made a big impression

Bitch, I am here

I fucked the game up

You can call it sodomy

My record label’s acting like they just won the lottery

Ha, my girl’s a temptress

Man I got a girl, baby mama, and mistress

“What? You got a mistress?”

“No, no, no, it’s not what it looks like, it’s just rap.”

“What?!”

“I’m just kidding. No calm down, it’s just”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD”

HAHA I am not kidding

So much pussy I am tripling digits

Yahh,

While I’m still standing

While out on your bitch like my name is Nick Canon (Canon)

Who wants to start shit?

I’m the darkest, sharpest blade but I sharpen

Rawest fuckin’ beef in the market

You’re harmless

Grab a carpet

Wrap your carcus in it

I’m far from finished

Bury you in the back of my garden wit it!

(Wake up, wake up, wake up, it’s the first of the month)

When I open my eyes ‘till the time that I close ‘em, I’m a soldier, supernova, bro shit

(Get up, get up, get up, ‘cause you gotta get up)

Gotta get dat money, never gonna fold up, I’m tired of sleeping on the sofa

Is this what I’m supposed to be?

A motherfuckin’ cracker, it’s in my genes

I rap better and faster than anybody in the rap scene, I’m already rocking

Get it? Rock king, as in the crowns on me

and I’m rocking the boat on my time

and so please

don’t quote me and I won’t squeeze

this motherfuckin’ pen, bitch,

it’s like a gun,

it’s fun when I pull the trigger

on the paper

confrontin’ every motherfuckin’ hater I’m huntin’

(I’m beginning to feel like a rock god, rock god)

Word to Em and Dr. Dre ‘cause they’re the reason I rock this way DOG

R. R. versus the whole damn earth (earth)

I’ve been this way since my fuckin’ birth

I told you foreign fucks I ain’t a Ukrainian

But I’m Russian

Get it? At your cranium (ha ha)

Ooooh, he is so witty (thanks)

Ooooh, he is so pretty

Now kids, (yeah)

Don’t do drugs (Okay)

I’m kidding, get it?

They’re so much fun

Rap and rocked, rolled into one

Lock and loaded with ammo

Stocked and stowed away with guns

Unless you rock and roasters decide to talk and boaster

Who’s got the biggest glock and holster

I suggest you do not open your mouth and run

Get back

Better watch out here I come DOG

Get sacked

Ready to attack anybody let’s play bub

It’s fourth and inches

Gotta swarm the fences

Gotta get that goal

Gotta score the winnin’ touchdown with my nuts out

I’m a Viking bitch

And I punish towns

Fuck you bitches

Politican, octified, misogynistic

My hatred for women growin’ bigger with each day that I’m livin’

Some masochism lovin’ the crap that I’m spittin’

After the fact I wrap it in bow

And givin’ it to hos in your home on Christmas

Happy Chanekah

Feliz Navidad

Happy New Year

Now take off your bras

I told you broad that your pussy is bomb

And I’ll fuck you whore like you never been fucked before

Ah, ah, ah