| Yo, yo, you’re lookin' at the real deal, bitch — the Alcatraz alpha dog |
| Ain’t a thang if you’re wanting me to have it out wit' y’all (Hell naw) |
| But I’mma give you fair warning: I’m about the life |
| Fuck internet beef, I don’t even know how to type |
| But I do know how to write hook across your fuckin' jaw |
| While your toughest dawgs all watch me leave you tucked in awe |
| Then laugh in my lair as you’re there and I duck the law |
| 'Cause you called the cops when I knocked and your mother saw |
| Just when you think shit is good, I’ll show up in you bitches' hood |
| I’m dumpin' bags of nickels in fountains, wishin' niggas would |
| I’m lookin' for a reason to go off 'cause I need relief |
| Like «Where the World is Carmen San Diego» but with me and beef! |
| You don’t even need to speak — be discreet! |
| I could even be asleep, please creep, come to my street and deep |
| Fuck, drop me a pin; I’m gettin' lonely now |
| You told me you was gon' shut me down… well, show me how |
| Show me how, show me how, muh’fucka |
| I’ll be waitin' right here, right here, muh’fucka, I dare ya |
| All I hear is talk, talk, talkin' galore |
| Bitch, I’ll be right here, waitin' for the knock on my door; show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how you gon' pull it off |
| All that bully talk, but you really soft — do it, I dare ya |
| I wanna see you do exactly what you typin' |
| You said that shit; make it come to life then, bitch — show me how! |
| Yo, show me how the fuck you backin' all that garbage up |
| Retarded fuck, all you’re backin' up’s a city garbage truck |
| But I wish you all the luck — in fact, I’ll help you come and get it |
| What’s your closest major airport? I’ll book you a one-way ticket! |
| How many of your homies rollin' wit' ya? |
| I’ll cover your lodging, incidentals, and send a limo to go and get ya |
| Bring your girl, that dumb Stephanie cunt, her and her friends |
| I’ll even have whatever weapons you want couriered in |
| Stop talkin' 'bout what you gonna do, and do it, bitch! |
| I want all of the smoke, I’m talkin' Mt. Vesuvius! |
| Pull out the Uzi clips, pull up to my house and shoot them shits |
| Do it this Friday; I’ll be on the stoop wit' Cube and Chris |
| You against me’ll be tragic as it’s always been |
| The harlequin, watchin' y’all yappin' at the jaws again |
| I’m followin' Facebook, Instagram, all of it |
| I’m watchin' all of your hootin' and hollerin'; the problem is, you gotta |
| Show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how, muh’fucka |
| I’ll be waitin' right here, right here, muh’fucka, I dare ya |
| All I hear is talk, talk, talkin' galore |
| Bitch, I’ll be right here, waitin' for the knock on my door; show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how you gon' pull it off |
| All that bully talk, but you really soft — do it, I dare ya |
| I wanna see you do exactly what you typin' |
| You said that shit; make it come to life then, bitch — show me how! |
| Look, so hit me wit' your best shot and don’t hold back a tiny bit |
| I’m tryna get my whole skull cracked and heiny kicked |
| I want you jumpin' me while there’s some little girl screamin' |
| Like 8 Mile, bitch; gimme that Free World treatment! |
| And when you do it, bring extra friends; you know people |
| I want the work like Mexicans at Home Depot |
| Gimme the ol' Debo- pull up and run the fade |
| Do I want the business? Bitch, are clouds that make thunder grey?!? |
| I want the fade and whatever else you bitches think |
| Dox me, nigga, SWAT me, hit me with the kitchen sink |
| Post my whole home address, my state, my city, street |
| Real name, criminal record, hit me with them WikiLeaks! |
| Bitch, drop a song, drop an album, bitch, I’ll give you beats |
| Either that or go home, shut the fuck up and sip some bleach |
| Fuckin' sticky sweet, but you talking mad tough |
| Help me make it all add up you fat fuck — show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how, muh’fucka |
| I’ll be waitin' right here, right here, muh’fucka, I dare ya |
| All I hear is talk, talk, talkin' galore |
| Bitch, I’ll be right here, waitin' for the knock on my door; show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how you gon' pull it off |
| All that bully talk, but you really soft — do it, I dare ya |
| I wanna see you do exactly what you typin' |
| You said that shit; make it come to life then, bitch — show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how, muh’fucka |
| I’ll be waitin' right here, right here, muh’fucka, I dare ya |
| All I hear is talk, talk, talkin' galore |
| Bitch, I’ll be right here, waitin' for the knock on my door; show me how! |
| Show me how, show me how you gon' pull it off |
| All that bully talk, but you really soft — do it, I dare ya |
| I wanna see you do exactly what you typin' |
| You said that shit; make it come to life then, bitch — show me how! |