Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips
Give them half, call it that banana splits
But my halves is really like a banana 6

Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet with?
Apes, yeah you bananas to the grapes
That mean your (*##$ got a banana in her face

And wine on her chin, get these heathens off of my trunk
And all of these swine up off my rims
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my Benz

SLR, ^!$$% please
^!$$%s 'bout to go to work so these (*##$es gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with that B-Y, ^!$$% just roll up my sleeve

Got body plans, so I karate stance so I could open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Bruce Lee boy to destroy
Doo doo beat like two tea boys with one freak one me

But I can DP like it's three more
Three rewards for me or me or me or me or me or me
Team me is like me eating animals meeting a meteor

Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening striking viking hordes

Fighting heightened, violence soars
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That was Adolf, reacting to my new %#@!

Well that's cause you ain't Lu, (*##$
Took two sips of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned around

And I bent over and pittoo'd %#@!
I love Jay, that's my ^!$$%
I feel sicker than a cruise ship

I ain't competition, I don't move %#@!
The only opposition is this new %#@!
These new ^!$$%s rappin' like they 2

They be actin' like they you
What happened to the game?
^!$$%s think they Jappin'

cause they rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like they Chainz
I ain't matchin' them and platinum

But I'm rappin' like I'm flames
Like smackin' them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my !@(% is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains

My left foot is in LA but my right foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said, but what he said means we dead
And that %#@! is insane

He's so crazy, look at the little baby
^!$$% you ain't Nas, ^!$$% you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you will reject me

But I've done so much, no matter how far you go,
you will reflect me
SLR, ^!$$% please

These ^!$$%s 'bout to go to work so these (*##$es gon' have to leave
And when the (*##$ gone, knee shots disabled
Your DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a grenade all on your table

And my punch bowl's like an ocean
And I lay it on by the ladle
But it's so strong, when I pull it out,

I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong

'Cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder,

it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome ^!$$%, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL bars

Hold up, go back to the hard part
Would say pause, but I was talkin' about my own balls