Undisputed (feat. Floyd Mayweather)

What's up, Luda? It's your trailer

Money made what? Tell mob to put the motherfucker mics down

'Cause you're the truth

As well one, dedication, hard work

Prayers and belief and a good team

Back up on that ass

Back to put rappers on one knee

Like they 'bout to run one hundred meter dash

Bow down to greatness

Before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers

Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers

Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers

Titanic flow, Titanic dough

Women on my nuts like, where that Titanic go?

I've been scouring the earth

Making my fans catch the holy ghost at my shows

Like your grandma at church

And the fat lady singing, it's over for you rappers

Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

And I got the women screaming

They could catch my balls on any given Sunday

Like my name's Willy Beamen

Or LL Cool, so if your boyfriend thinks you're loyal to his ass

Then he's a motherfucking fool

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist

Iconic status and his name is Ludacris

Bitch please, you messing with some real O.G.'s

With million dollar whips that I ship from overseas

Got a pocket full of G's and the inconvenient truth is that ozone is back

'Cause I've been smoking all the trees

The globe is warming up when we fire up the blunt

And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts

What you want from me? I got pistols for the haters

You fam will be in black like they was playing for the Raiders

And your music isn't favored and DJ's they never bring it back

Like when you go and borrow something from your neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt

The name of my car insurance is Yo Fucking Fault

And if you sitting on chrome, I'll call up my boys

And have you stripped of you medals like Marions Jones, ****

Check, you got it, keep on moving

Game got, they know you

One for the sneak decent

These boys are smiling, your face is deadly white in the back

Put in, take some money, this is money in the bank

They defeated in yourselves, you know what you can do

You looking good, let's go

C'mon baby, all work and dedication

You know what it is, man

Let's go, keep fucking it

Back up on the scene

Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins

I got the hammer in my jeans

Call me Mr. Fixit

Barrel stay hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket

Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics

And acrobatics, I'm superstar stats

The mouth of the South like gangsta grills, you bastards

The international traveler and I may not be much to you

But I'm the shit out in Africa

So put your fist up

Even the Statue of Liberty lit a flame for the way

That I lit my wrist up

You can't compete with me

I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers

Put shackles on they feet with me

And then I broke free

I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free

I'm the baddest mother, shut it like Shaft was

Leaving rappers with headaches like bad drugs

They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but

Eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

So Cater Coroner, I'll show up to your funeral

With some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida

Call me the swamp thing

Y'all headed in the wrong direction

Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train

So don't fuck with it

I'm sending lyrical bullets right at your dome

Fuck **** better duck with it

Or else you stuck with it

You'll get stalked so bad

You'll leave the scene thinking eight Young Buck's did it

But not in Cashville

You lost your feeling like coming down off X chasing effects of your last pill

You fucking Daffy Dill

You's a Daffy Duck

And I'm the undefeated champ, y'all **** suck

Ha ha, I told these motherfuckers can't fuck with me, man

I'm the best of the best