Botswana
The land of Nairobi
They don't know
The African government is here
I'ma switch the girls up on these herbs
Show these niggas they turds
Parakeety weedy's frozen feminine genies
Tea tartars, learning they shit potters
Just getting they first bank in Prada's
They kneeling between cars, like piss squatters
They ain't ready for camping bus charters
They inching cloggers mixed up first mind bogglers
They leotard joggers, wanna be robbers
They fake pill poppers
They ain't coming tough on motorcycles and choppers
They dress with panties and play suckers
They clones and mockers, Venezuelan fans and Caracas
You know World Bomb do sir
You know I'm ready, in a checkers of fuckers
They can't get bigger
Receive the shit I drop with a good antenna
You frozen freezed up the ass this winter
You bougie to dinner, X out every car you rented
Lament tour, shit on top of everything you just now getting to explore
You don't wanna fuck with me yapping
And rapping like a bitch with cat claws
Flip up to the catnip, you run up to
The ceiling spin around and take a shit
As if you took a coke hit
Not the motherfucker to joke with, lay on the ropes with
Why you think Charles Oakes quit?
Pull my drawers down, and shit on your lip
With motor speed, ask Sue Richards, for help
You go to read, smoke the weed
Formula 1 race on these assholes and take the lead
I'm taking whatever your stomach breed
An MC that's coming at me like a bad seed
Piss on his criteria, let him know in Libya
What cartoon silhouettes is giving ya
Cookies, ass, bullshit nationwide
All the way down to the south of the border
It's a new order
Alert the captains at the sea
Don't fuck with me, submarine under the yacht
I fuck 'em up in the water, make 'em a news reporter
In a public quarter, he's a loiter
Stand by witness, to test the fitness
Y'all step back nobody fucking with this
I said it, all rappers are officially dead
Everybody hang they fucking coats up and go to bed
That's right
Everybody hang they coats up and go to bed
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