Fuck A Hook
Hallelujah, K dot'll do ya
Quicker than a porno star
Jump on my dick y'all
And get fucked by the millisecond
Duck when I pull the weapon
From out of my mouth (Buh)
Shots at you like a sawed-off
Aiming for your grill like I'm Paul Wall
Then peal 'til I not y'all
My cerebral cortex is like a war vet
Sharing war stories with the deceased
I'm brain dead
Straight bananas, I never gave a fuck
'Bout anything but my momma
My daddy, siblings, and grandma
And if you neither one of them
Then I gotta answer
Every question with a bullet
Hole in my hammer like VH1
That's far beyond your comprehension
Like a deaf person showing up
To court for a hearing
Who they fearing? K dot
Tickle the nipples of women
Make your bitch grab her crotch
When she hear my shit, bitch!
K dot got the unorthodox flow
On fire, make a rapper burn his soul
Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals
Numero uno, city in my rearview
Compton on my back like the
Titties of my masseuse
Pity, here you fool who?
Go against me, I rebuke thee
And wake thee up, six in the morning
With the pump, punks jump up to get beat down
Jump shot, coroners catch them on the rebound
Pans, pots, plates, bowls
I'm in your kitchen eating your stove
I'm hungry and hibernated
I'm cold as Miles Davis
I load up then I aim it
No judgment for the plaintiff
It only gets more heinous
Nigga I'm brainless
Like a blind bitch who don't suck dick
Dinosaur manure, big shit
Smell me or die quick, fucka! (Fuck a hook)
(jab, jab, jab, left right, Fuck a hook)
(Damnit, genius)
I can stand in a pool of gasoline lighting
A blunt and never catch on fire
(How come?) Silly motherfucker, I'm fire
Smack the devil over the cheek
Gave him a third degree burn
Iced it down when he was asleep
And said you'll be okay
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplaning
Hoping that they get their big break
I'm just saying, I feel I'm the one
Like a magician with a stick inside his hand
Or the name of a mexican
I gets ignorant with ya
Snap me a picture, bitch, I'm famous
I came in this world nuts in
My palm and drinking Paul Masson
In a stolen Cavalier like I took LeBron
Locked him in a basement and
Amputated his shooting arm
(Psss) Now that's a stretch Ab-Soul
Like a fifty mile strip when
I'm pimping these hoes
Call me Dolomite, nope I take that back
Found out he gay as a happy day
Or the way that you rap (ee)
(K dot got the unorthodox flow
On fire, make a rapper burn his soul
Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals)
(Look, ee, Damnit)