No Excuse

And this is it

You're not gonna have these problems

Fuck the drugs

Fuck the cigarettes

Fuck that dumb bitch

It all starts fucking today

All right

No more fucking excuses

That's the fucking

This is the year of the fucking Soldier

No excuse no excuse

Get the bag can't complain

There's no use no cutting slack

Need it bad fancy suits

Ditch the rags put up shots

I shoot and miss I run it back

Rinse and repeat read the label

Gassin' you fume is fatal

Mincin' the meat if it's beef or quarrel

I kill you like Cain did Abel

Packin' the heat she gone take the barrel

Only miss when I'm aiming the facial

Spreading my seeds I'm sonning these rappers

Slept on me inside a cradle huh

To the grave and till I die misbehavin'

In the Cave was my alibi

Did the tape and all the jobs they was fairly odd

Had to save and spraying tar and asphalt

I paved the way huh

For my team got rainchecks to redeem

And I need the green with the interest

I know you been getting fat that's my breakfast

While we was in Budapest

City hungry for a new regime

No more Ramadan evil Bakuman

Never lolicon but rape every little thing I'm on

Like I'm Jeffery Dahmer kill you battymons like the puss

Don't need no hair salon that's the diet I'm on

Never beat around rhododendron

Bitch I'm Saruman with the magic wand

Smoking on tree kush

No excuse no excuse

Get the bag can't complain

There's no use no turning back

Wrote these raps Dr. Seuss

Rich and black put up shots

I shoot and miss I run it back

Rinse repeat read the label

Gassin' you fame is fatal

Mincin' the meat if it's beef

I stab your brain with the bone in your nasal

Packin the heat we gone pull out the rifles

**** in mortal peril

Spreading my seeds these rappers be sterile

We buzzin' like bees on the petal

My **** blastin' the fuck you mean?

Turn the block into Vietnam

He gone leave the scene if it's action

With a dot like he Shah Rukh Khan

**** rappin' they dont got my lexicon

They Epsom salty I'm op I should be retconned

They sloppy I'm slick as sebum

Hikikomori mint like eucalypt-balm

In trenches in Somme-niac I'm slept on

Divan the sultan run shit lac operon

Address me sheik shukran

Was in that grey Tucson

We raced to put the group on

They say my flow bouillon

Taste great sick Wuhan

Oni ill as omicron tell dame hop on

This train to Busan run brains

To clan in Koga blouson

No excuse no excuse

Get the bag can't complain

There's no use no cutting slack

Need it bad fancy suits

Ditch the rags put up shots

I shoot and miss I run it back