Last Laugh - Copywrite

I took a plier two my ego

Couldn’t budge it

Do-I-N what I D-O

Rick Ross, No denyin' I’M the C. O

Your lyin' to the people

Got you still spyin' in my peek hole

Tryin' to pry in, grabbed an iron, die, I’m into evil

I don’t fuck with chicks who have Twitter accounts

Cause I like to talk shit while I sit in their house

Said I’ll be back, bitch

I’m the future & the present like a re-wrapped gift

Want me to leave?

That’s rich

When I do, I’ll leave your weed bag pinched

You had a feeling it was me, when I sold you it didn’t seem that thin

Got a V-8 engine?

Hand me that then

Hop your ass out the whip & toss the keys back in

Hit a rapper in the slow lane with cars

Left hands on the Fender like Jimmi & Cobain’s guitars

Doin' cocaine with stars of porn

She gets me hard, its on

And 9 months later a star is born

Puttin' me on the remix is fatal, I’ll slay you

Your chick does coke, I’ll be in her naval

Flip her & slip the penis in anal

Put a Lil' White on the CD like Three 6's label

She pleads when I’m ready to cum, like «Please give the facial»

I pee then I’m ready to run, like «Peace bitch I’ll page you»

She doesn’t even own a pager

I still cut every chick I know like my phones a razor

Click-dial tone to strangers

Ha ha ha ha ha

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He who last laughs laughs the best

Ha ha ha ha ha

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I’ll take your favorite rapper with a pulse & make him shake into convulsions

One year, he’s eatin good, the next he’s achin' with the Olsens

You’re waitin' for the molten lava

Sold Obama that same potent ganja

Sold to Bush, he sold Osama, no shit bomba

I’m goin in the booth, motherfucker here hold my armor (here)

Told your father to watch your sister while I boned your momma

Then told your momma to roll the condom while I boned her daughter

Get fronted till the next day & smoke like there’s no tomorrow

Let’s just face it, bitch I’m just abrasive

My new name’s «Budweiser»

I’ve got more open domestic cases

That’s my pick up line, if that don’t work then its «let's get naked»

That doesn’t work?

Its «let's get wasted

Bring the X, you’re payin.»

Left their faces like Fred Krueger’s

The lead from the Rueger spread to ya

Fuck it, blame the red on a head tumor

You know a tattle tale who snitches when he’s dead, do ya?

The two of ya can spread rumors to yourselves (boo-ya)

Who ya?

Who shot ya?

You don’t have a clue

And you don’t have a (edit), here stupid, have a brew

And you don’t have a brew, do ya?

Offer you a smack

Gosh it hurts, face like a Gothic smurf-blue & black

You know to move it back 10 paces

When I’m in the studio, layin' more trains over tracks than Penn Station

Got your ten waitin', penetratin'

Pussy bleedin like she’s menstruatin'

Then we make her bend, achin'

What can I say?

I’m one hell of a guy

Seriously, to the point the devil’s jealous of I

I would say the «Scarface» quote

But I’d rather use the car chase quote

From the barrel that shot off they nose

It took every Marvel character to off Thanos

Get a rope

Hang yourself, you’ve got less characters than a Twitter post

Is this a verse or a Comedy Central roast?

It’s honestly meant for both

Your mommy just sent for coke

And I promise to lend her dough

But I’m conning her into throat

Once I nut, she hits the road like a comet just hit the globe

Your vomitin' shit I sold

Hurts to be you

I’m old testament words to the new

Every verse is the truth

Ha ha ha ha ha

As we proceed

He who last laughs laughs the best

Ha ha ha ha ha

As we proceed

What more can I say?

You want a 4th verse, huh?

A fifth?

A sixth?

How many more verses?

The 16 bar star with mixed green jars

Shot the M-16 hard at Christine car

Your piff’s 3 stars

My shits 5 stars

I spit 5 bars & kill you ‘fore your 6th line starts

Chewin' Oxy 80's up, all type of crazy drugs

And lie to the public about sobriety like Shady does

Willin' to spend 80 bucks on an 8th of bud

Smokin, lettin' roaches live but smashin' lady bugs

You got your girl’s toes painted

I made her toes CURL, hate us

Walk the Earth with a drink like the whole world’s Vegas

I got the go-go gadget arm that forms into Megatron

So no don’t pass it, I’ll let this whole globe have it

Fuck hot lines, I’m call waitin'

Everyone of y’all hatin' will have hell to pay/toupee

The bald Satan

Ha ha ha ha ha

As we proceed

He who last laughs laughs the best

Ha ha ha ha ha

As we proceed