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[Intro - Lil B]Fuck the Rap game! It's the death of the rap gameFuck the world. I'm God. Lil B[Verse - Lil B]I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very properAnd you don't want a war: you bring your troopsI bring the chopper. Cause you niggas gayYeah, you gay. You fuckin faggotAnd I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them have itBattlefield with fast cash, you never grab itI post up with big blunts & MaseratisRick Ross, The new whip is Big BodyNew Boys, you bitch-niggas I been RockyBeen cocky as y'all, I been activeRide on us, we get straps, no riff-raffThen you hold cars, we hold guns, Dodge MagnumIt's tragic how he left with no commentsNever settle for nigga-rich, I'm gonna rob emCatch me slippin with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy?.45 got nice aim; I throw curvyMy game: I run the court. I'm James WorthyFrom the block, I'm from the bricks like New JerseyI did court, I did jail, you can't hurt meWaterfront and fam nigga, it's West BerkeleyAnd they ask where I been? I been rappinSongtexteYou drive cars? You fuckin fag, I been gassingIn my eyes is blood, sweat and paint, cuzIt's a shame that they don't know my name, BloodLil B: I blow trees in all seasonsThink I'm slippin? Find out! For no reasonI met pain, I met God, I met deathThey all say that I'm Based God, and that's thatSpit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit factsI ain't Drake, I ain't come in the game richFuck you if you don't feel my game, bitchFuck you if you don't like my name, bitchBasedGod tell your girl, she could suck on itPut money on God and I bust on himDon't hate! I rocked out like Philly rockWrists streetlight: a New York City blockBeat your ass like a New York City copFlipmode a Rah Digga, a mind-figureFuck crackers, fuck hoes & fuck niggasFuck her, fuck you & fuck meLil B: I'm back bitch, I spit heatPost up, I sell dimes and fat zipsGot crack: the cats come like catnipDon't trip: I never fold like napkinsReal goon: I'm just "Robbin" like BaskinsAnthrax a real boy like OsamaBeen played, I been beat, I love dramaX-Man on defense, the street shitRiding up in deep tints & deep dishNever thought I'd come hard? I fooled you!Ben Watson I cursed you, it's VoodooBeen locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10sLeave his head split & no Cochran to back himWhat? You niggas wish I'd fall of the Big League?At my lowest point, sacrifice to make breadXMR - call your bitch and get headShe don't really like you: possum, she play deadRiding up top. Real niggas in big boxSay the pack dead? bitch nigga the pack hotAll these new niggas is my sons, the new boysFuck you rap niggas: new guns and new toysInfrared beam make you dream the truth, boySemi-auto rounds make you scream like Luke, boyOnly other thing that I ain't did is die yetI don't like that mindset, nigga, it's the grind-setThey way you watch this it could be a TimexYou not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threatsStay in your house: I'm stampeding with death threatsThink you hard: I bust a nut like good sexThink you real? Obey nigga, a hood vetLil B: I'm BasedGod with no stressIncest, fuck your bruh and fuck your bitchNo homo.. fuck your life, I'm getting richMexican: I'm illegal, I move bricksNo Love for dog hoes like New pitsDoctor! I need help, the game's sickLil B give a fuck about the fame, bitch! Aus Songtexte Mania