[Intro: Great Dane]
Before we get very far into our next story, we do have a warning for you, tonight
What you're about to see and hear may not be suitable for children
Not all music stars, as you know, are model citizens
Some have had run-ins with the law, that’s certainly nothing new
But now, a few musicians have taken that to new heights
Or to new depths
Now, you may never have heard of some of these stars, but your kids have
They are heroes to a whole new generation
Tonight, take a walk in their world…
[Verse 1: Josh Smith]
I fucked your bitch nigga, finger on the trigger
Ballin’ in the club, my account is seven figures
I got a big dick that the hoes be tryna lick
I goes deep in that pussy, I be sucking on her clit, bitch
Orgasm, body spasms, orgasm, orgasm
Orgasm after orgasm, I make her cum a couple thousand
Soaking wet, tied up my pet, she start to squirm, she start to scream
Slap her face, “Shut up, bitch!” I jump on top, trampoline
Gotta lick before you stick, fucked her till her pussy split
Step in the club, big cock, started hot, still hot
Stacking bands everywhere, my man juices up in her hair
Got a blunt stuck up in her cunt, now she really smoking there
Hot bars off the dome, got a Lamborghini, 30 chrome
Blue Bugatti, Maserati, Red Ferrari is my porta-potty
Cuz that’s my shit, shut up bitch, just respect it, Capri Sun, bitch
Fuck them haters, and them hoes, swag runs down into my toes
AK’s all day, my way, I don’t play
Er, er, squeak the bed, after this bitch gave me some head
Bang, bang, shot you dead, call the Feds, bandana red
Swerve, swerve, yeet, yeet, pop, pop, skeet, skeet
Ugh
[Interlude: Great Dane]
You may never have heard of some of these stars, but your kids have
They are heroes to a whole new generation
Tonight, take a walk in their world…
[Verse 2: Josh Smith]
Alright, new beat, same dude, new me
Nah, same me, keep it real, every day, I’m stacking bills
One milli, two milli, three billi, cuatro trill
This beat is cray, that’s how I feel, I’m in a crouch, I’m set to kill
Barrel hot, that’s my Glock, fire in the streets, niggas’ bodies drop
Jesus piece, Rolex, ice all around my neck
No flex, cash my check, life is a bitch and her pussy’s wet
That’s J COLE, Forbidden Fruit; I’m laid back with my gin and juice
Uh, real rap raw nigga
Reppin’ with my team everyday that’s squad nigga
Hot nigga, never be a bitch nigga
Drop your body quick if you ever try to snitch nigga
Yeah, real shit nigga, beat the pussy up, animal cruelty nigga
Fuck nigga, why you such a bitch nigga
I go 0 to 100 I’m a quick nigga
[Outro I: Josh Smith]
Alright I’m done with this shit
All you motherfuckers out there that wanna battle me I’m here nigga
I’ll drop you quicker than a bitch panties nigga
Fight me nigga
Swing first nigga!
You ain’t even a nigga though
Man, you a nigglet
A little faggot ass nigglet that’s what you are bitch
Shit, let me light up my blunt one more time, hold up
[Lighter noise, breathe out]
Yeah, that’s some of that good good nigga
Ah, fuck…
[Static]
[Outro II: Josh Smith]
I’m just kidding guys, I don’t rap like that!
Welcome to the album!
