Macaulay Culkin - JPEGMAFIA

'Sup

'Sup

I got my hands on my face like Macaulay Culkin

Gave her the cig, but I left her smoking

And it’s the same dude

Black pants, brown boots, chest open

I traveled down the road and back again, my girl’s golden (Ooh)

Black man, white fam, I feel like Jason Jordan (Hoo)

I play my albums front to back, it make me feel important (Right)

Apply compression when I spit so it don’t get distorted

Piper Chap, with the strap

Fuck the talk, get the warden (Fuck outta here)

I think I’m Rick and Morty

In the lab I take precaution

Snipe 'em out, burn the body (Brrat)

Stash the Glock, buy the coffin (Nasty)

Just for me

Yo style is my custody

Man, I should charge a shipping fee

These rappers don’t mean shit to me (Shit to me, bruh)

Two guns (Nothin'), Mulder and Scully, I’m solving mysteries (Damn, Peggy)

Feminist, pistol whip your w**e first, that’s chivalry (Uh)

Sounding like my minimes

But you ain’t got the heart to do these evil deeds

Debra pack

Turn Stone Cold into Simple Steve

Where it at

Slap a nigga up

Then I get the cream

Five buck, six cookies (Woo)

Sounding like a deal to me

Yo shit don’t appeal to me (Yeah)

My fans going heel for me

Gots to keep it real for me

Shouldn’t even be on no bills with me

These punk niggas be killing me (Yeah)

That wack shit ain’t trill to me (Yah)

Fuck y’all niggas, I take the heat

Don shit, nigga