Unaccommodating

Album: Music to Be Murdered By (2020)
Charted: 36
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  • Oh, this what we doin'? Alright (M.A.)

    I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
    Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
    Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
    Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing
    I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience
    But I hate to pay a bill (hate that)
    And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that)
    Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (she came, uh)
    Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real
    That's the broke lingo (huh)
    And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo)
    Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (ooh)
    I just want some face but this is no facial (ooh)
    Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (hello)
    Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (hello)
    Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (grrr)
    You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (huh)
    I'm in cake mode (huh), I'm in brave mode, uh
    What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (facts)
    Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
    Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (brrr)
    Collect pesos (huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid)
    Self-made goals (hey)
    When the pain leaves (huh)
    Where does the pain go? (Where?)
    Tip of the Backwood is where the flame goes (there)
    To the sky is where my brain goes (wow)
    Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (wow)
    Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
    Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (what?)
    Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed

    Game over, Thanos on you H-Os
    On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (yeah)
    Get the plunger (plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
    Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know)
    Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox
    You're gonna need three SWATs
    Or police officers at least to pull me off of it
    And I don't stop
    Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit
    'Cause I feed off of it
    I am the complete opposite of these retards
    Who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage
    Each thought'll be so toxic
    It'll block the wind through your esophagus
    Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
    And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
    Better watch for Slim
    Better get to popping and when I'm at the top again
    I won't topple and I'm giving it to anyone
    Who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop
    But when they ask me
    Is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
    I cleansed him of his mortal sins
    I'm God and the Lord forgives
    Even the devil worshippers
    I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone
    When you're born with Lucifer's horns
    And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube
    And The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students
    Showed them all the blueprint and formula
    But it seems like the more they studied my music
    The more they remind me of eyeballs
    I'm watching my pupils get cornier (uh)
    But I'm contemplating yelling, "bombs away," on the game
    Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting

    Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
    Where's Osama been? I been laden lately
    Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
    They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
    Man, I don't see why they hate me
    I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
    They call me Kanye crazy
    "APESHIT," Beyonce, Jay-Z
    And I'm back with Andre, baby
    And the doctor's operating
    But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K.Dot to Shady

    Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect
    I better check to see why you feel upset
    'Cause I met your bitch on the internet
    Now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
    That bimbo Kim put her lips
    All the way around this bone and then blow
    Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
    Those were the days but I bet you
    I'm never gonna be broke again, no
    I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
    And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
    Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
    Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two
    Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too
    Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views
    Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
    'Cause that's what I do, do, do
    But, even to the untrained human eye
    We ain't the same, you and I
    Somebody should have explained to you why
    For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (yeah)
    That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah
    But I know magic and here go my last trick
    I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
    I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react
    But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that
    As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
    And you backpedal that as a cowardly act
    Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse

    Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
    Where's Osama been? I been laden lately
    Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
    They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating Writer/s: Katorah Marrero, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Timothy Murdock Suby
    Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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