Drop the Bomb On 'Em
Yeah boy, Better ring the alarm boy, Dem know what's coming boy, Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my God, f*cking Bomboclat I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire, Tie a whore up with barbed wire, nothing but a broad boy, I'm the real deal, and char-broiler on the bonfire And Bon Voyage bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch, Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer I'm a problem for ya, boy you think your Tom Sawyer, Til I pull you out the f*cking story book and stomp on ya, F*cking fictional characters and fairytales, Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris Wheels, But it ain't fiction its fact boy beware its real Them lyrics you wield equals zero to a hero's shield Mr fly by the seat of his pants para-sail Or hit the trampoline bounce and grab a pair of stilts, And I ain't wearing zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no nada, Like your fa-da f*cking ya mada [Chorus] Drop the bomb on 'em, Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please, please don't drop the bomb on me, Drop the bomb on them, I don't want no dog gone beef, See ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me, Drop the bomb on 'em, Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please, please don't drop the bomb on me, Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no dog gone beef, See ain't no reason to set the dogs on me Boy, I'm the real McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the killjoys, Me and Dre steel alloys, The rap crown royals, That scalp cowboys Now how that sound for ya Yeah boy you know we about to put it down for ya, So kick your shoes off, Before you have a sound voyage, And siyanara see ya f*ckers tomorrow, Get some R and R and marinate in some marinara, And have a coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar, Whip ass on ya, that's the last straw your hoping to draw, Yeah you fresher than most boy, I'm just doper than all boy, I'm that boy boy, them boys them no up to par I just show up go up to the stage and blow up the spot, There ain't no boy who can do what I do boy I'm a star, Boy, I told you boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm DeShaun, Holten in this Bitch, I'm the proof boy your a fraud, I destroy you boy, f*ck around and blow ya to Sod Oh my God boy, you didn't go there, no you did not, I got a whole storyboard for you, boy your da plot, Your gettin' got whether you try to avoid it or not, Apology not accepted boy, Detroit is a rock, We get to beefing, ain't no telling at what point it will stop, All I got to do is point to the spot, When the bomb drops boy does it drop, And when it does boy there's a problem [Chorus] Boy don't jinx yourself, Boy I'm Michael Spinks with the belt, Stringer bell boy, my name rings bells for itself, I'm sick as hell boy, You better run and tell someone else, Bringin' hell boy, sing them telegrams and get dealt And to that boy who done said it, Who said he was better, I bet he never seen Freddie in a Black and red little sweater, Back better than ever, The cheddar shredder the grater, the beef grinder I'll settle vendettas a little later, Giving haters incubators, think ya made a mistake, By saying Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate You 'bout a foot in the grave, stay put and behave I'm bout to turn this f*cking place to Beirut in a day So hey wouldn't you say I'm the shit, Couldn't agree with you more if you were to say my f*cking shit doesn't stink, Shady f*cking aftermath boy the ship doesn't sink it just floats in the f*cking water 'Til we fill up the tank [Chorus]
Written by: MARK BATSON, TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., MARSHALL MATHERS, DAWAUN PARKER, WRITERS UNKNOWN, ANDRE YOUNG
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