CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Back To Basics (Freestyle)
All of you guys are queer
That’s a little bit weird
I got a little bit of fear
Of you pullin' down my pants
And f**kin' my rear
If you’re trans, don’t talk to me
Because you can’t even live properly
You’re a chic, but wit' a d**k
How can that sh*t not make you sick?
It’s like you swapped teams mid-game
All of y’all act the same
I don’t wanna hang if you’re lame
Stop stayin' close, don’t stay in my lane
Rubbin' that lotion on my c*ck
I’m 'bout to c*m right up in your sock
If you talk sh*t about me
Then you could bet you’ll get socked
Why are you even tryin'?
My middle name is Ryan
McDonald’s is hirin'
There’s no point for you to be cryin' and lyin' and
Be violent
Try to pick, some Vicodin
Comе to me, you’re buyin' it
Let mе play a song on the smallest violin
Listen, there’s no need to be dissin'
You be sendin' shots, but they’re always missin'
Shootin' you with a missile
You’re with another guy, under the mistletoe
That’s a little gay, bro
We already know
That you and your dad be kissin'
That’s kinda gay
And that’s all I have to say
But about this other thing, about my ding-a-ling
Do you wanna see it fling?
Back to the lyrical rappin'
My pen is tappin' and it’s zappin'
I’m slappin' some hoes
Anything goes
Takin' a p*ss on your grave
Motherf**ker, I’m your girls fave
I be rappin' until I die
I don’t wanna leave without sayin' goodbye
So, is this it?
Hell no, I’m still alive
That’s a little bit weird
I got a little bit of fear
Of you pullin' down my pants
And f**kin' my rear
If you’re trans, don’t talk to me
Because you can’t even live properly
You’re a chic, but wit' a d**k
How can that sh*t not make you sick?
It’s like you swapped teams mid-game
All of y’all act the same
I don’t wanna hang if you’re lame
Stop stayin' close, don’t stay in my lane
Rubbin' that lotion on my c*ck
I’m 'bout to c*m right up in your sock
If you talk sh*t about me
Then you could bet you’ll get socked
Why are you even tryin'?
My middle name is Ryan
McDonald’s is hirin'
There’s no point for you to be cryin' and lyin' and
Be violent
Try to pick, some Vicodin
Comе to me, you’re buyin' it
Let mе play a song on the smallest violin
Listen, there’s no need to be dissin'
You be sendin' shots, but they’re always missin'
Shootin' you with a missile
You’re with another guy, under the mistletoe
That’s a little gay, bro
We already know
That you and your dad be kissin'
That’s kinda gay
And that’s all I have to say
But about this other thing, about my ding-a-ling
Do you wanna see it fling?
Back to the lyrical rappin'
My pen is tappin' and it’s zappin'
I’m slappin' some hoes
Anything goes
Takin' a p*ss on your grave
Motherf**ker, I’m your girls fave
I be rappin' until I die
I don’t wanna leave without sayin' goodbye
So, is this it?
Hell no, I’m still alive
