Il testo della R.i.p

I walk up in the club like r.i.p, 'cause i'm killing every nigga that my eyes can see
I'm fresher than the rest, better than the best, i serve these rappers up like a certified chef
I'm ill with this shit in case you didn't know
'cause i still got that pyroclastic, headbanging flow
Polish the pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When i get to popping, niggas is dropping and they done
Bitch i'm talking crazy, psycho, schizophrenic
And i'm just warming up 'cause i know it's been a minute
I step up in the club like r.i.p, i'm a 3-1-3 nigga, yeah that's all i be
Blunt full of purp, yeah, you know i stay high
Throwing money to the air like i'm trying to pay the sky
I'm a beast, i'm a ghoul, i'm a motherfucking scoundrel
I put your ass to sleep, fucking right i nightgown you
Fucking with me, yeah i'm on another level
Niggas live in glass houses yet they still throwing pebbles
No shirt, tattoos, and a couple war wounds
We can draw them guns out and i ain't talking cartoons
Let my dreads grow long like that girl named rapunzel
You rap niggas lost the game, i call that a fumble
Tell ya girl a nigga trying to smash, she can do the jimmy neutron and give me a brain blast
I'm hypnotized by her big round ass, but i'ma try to do the right thing and pull out fast
Everywhere i go it's like r.i.p, 'cause i'm killing competition, please pardon me
And my flow nasty like c-y-phyllis, it's still open season, any track can get the business
Taking out rappers, exterminating
Riding through ya hood, what we call that, perpetrating
It's jay f. tae, i'm a beast, you a bitch
The same nigga that claim he real is the same nigga that's a snitch
Pull up on them hoes like r.i.p
Watch 'em hop up in my whip and suck my d-i-c
K, i am ill so don't play with me
I'm the best, i'm the shit, yeah, basically