Lyracs Lyrics

[Verse 1]

You find me offensive

I find you offensive, for being real nosey and minding my business

Hey Em i love this track, do you mind if i flipped it?

Rhyme with some slick shit and shine on these bitches?

Ride for my guys deep inside of the trenches

You better off tryna co-sign with the kid quick

Or catch a hole in your chest, the size of a biscuit

I'm a grown man, no time for the kid shit

Rap Magic Johnson, why do i spit this?

Cause I'm ill but i won't die from the sickness

And i don't hustle, cookin' pies in the kitchen

But don't be surprised if you arrive on my hitlist

Yeah i see yo ass, just vibin' to this shit

My bars got you locked, this a five minute sentence

You feelin' my style, you feelin' my flow

Your girlfriend is with it, you get it so you niggas should know

That

[Chorus x2]

You gon' get insane when they put this joint on

I'm stormin' in the game so from this point on

My new name is...Rain man

Stop frontin' man i get the block jumpin'

[Verse 2]

Y'all act like you never seen a pink person before

Till' the first time you see me burst in the door

She hurtin the floor, we workin' the floor

Shorty got a body-adi baby please twerk it some more

But i don't wanna see Tiffany burst in the door

Cause she may leave crazy girls in the four

I'm a straight beast, take me further than your

Average eight, V make me murder you whores, c'mon

Uptown, 125th i been reppin'

The rest of you niggas suck hard, like Karin Stephens

Could give a fuck, what you niggas is spittin'

Cause y'all just writtin' the confessions of a video vixen

Are you kidden me? I'll literally give you the business

The company car, and a big raise

But you gon' use ya sick days, if i pull the switch blade

I'll be in the itch paid, let the shit bang

[Verse 3]

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down

It get's real intense, no one makes a sound

You amazed at how, i can take your style

Rearrange it wild, and make a crazy sound

I breaks it down, be patient child

Ima give the game back nigga wait awhile

Most of the album was sad, this should make you smile

I OD'd the whole beat, nigga brace yourself, OH!

I'm probably droppin' the hottest product

Ain't nobody caught it so melodic, I'm the topic of your mamas gossip

God i talk alotta shlit-dem-eh-ladala-oochi-walla-walla-um-de-dadada

But you gotta, gotta

Love the way that i supply off the hits bitch

I'm in the game while you ridin' the benches

Fuck you blow me, hate it or love it

That should give you reason to find me offensive

Cause

(Eminem Rain man sample)