Nebraska Mm Vs Es

Yeah, I'm eatin' shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca

Bumpin' Flocka, fuck the drama

Marijuana, been as calming as the fuckin' Dali Lama

Your style common as a little league sponsor, from retarded kids fathers

I'm a meetings shaking hands and adding comma's to my net worth

Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt

This the same effect, and less words

Chillin' with this asshole who calls himself Sweatshirt

This might be some of my best work

Let these bitches dive in, head first

Applyin' pressure when I put together letters

I'm a king, i'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter

These hidden treasures filling better than a million sweaters in Alaska

Your raps are corny as, Nebraska

Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya

High as NASA on acetone, acid foam

Talking trash like John McEnroe

You a lil bitch, that's what the fuckin' cabbage patch is for

Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult

Up above my castle's moat, right into my fuckin' throne

They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on?"

Hell's chariot creepin'

Her exposure's indecent

Roll is similar to bakers dough, a bun in the oven

Karma couldn't make her save it though

Just playin' my music, you see I speak to her endangered soul

God's son, dick in the dirt because the manger broke

Bitch, I really go bumpin' tonight

Whether wrong or right, we rushing them right

You know it's never been much for a fight

But I don't really wanna be that nigga, I black out

And you don't really wanna see that, nigga

I mapped out my plan the best that I could to get rich, and put on for the rest of my hood

You know it make us think revenge when the recipe cook

Shoot the leader in the head, leave the rest of em' shook

I rap better than most these rap veterans

Words so real that they had to be said again

Speak sedatives, sedidate and we can set it off

Pray I never let that weapon off

So before I said what I'm done, so I write easier

That weapon make a peppermint out of that white tee

If you comin' then God speed to you son to me

Don't speak to me, quit it, I'm stuntin'

Look at me Ma, it's no hand outs

Sweaty want the dumb cash I'm done with bus ridin'

She made the mistake for thinkin' he gave a fuck bout it'

Tell him duck down or get drug out the back door

Flow got the mouth, doin' duties like the task force

Doobie and a passport, standing with a path forks

Quick to grab your bitch's wrist and get the shit I asks for

Wayne trashy as bitches and two Garmins, we switchin' through lanes

Handling business on my side of the line were they ain't havin' it

You know that sweet talk is cheap

Nigga's ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket read

Stockin' stairs, really him

Fresh from out the piggy pen

If I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty bitch

City burnin