For real though,
Like for real though
Like for real

You know what I'm saying,
I don't even
It's like, ^!$$%s must forget who the $#&@

Did what the $#&@

Dear Lord

Have mercy on my banana clips
Give 'em half
Call it that banana splits

But my halves is really like a banana six
Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet with?
Apes

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
Trying to take the shine up off of my Benz

SLR, ^!$$% please
^!$$%s about to go to work so these (*##$es gonna have to leave
Gonna 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
Ludi boy, too Bruce Lee boy to destroy
Do beat like two tea boys with one freak one me

But I can DP like it's three more
Three rewards for 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 biting boars

Lightening striking viking hordes
Fighting heightened
Violence soars

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That was Adolf, reacting to my new %#@!
Translation

How come he can't be as evil as Lu get
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 ------ %#@!
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 rapping like they 2
They be actin' like they you,
man that's


What happened to the game?
^!$$%s think they Jamming

Cause they rapping like they Wayne
Rapping like they Chainz
I ain't matching them and platinum

But I'm rapping like I'm flames

Like smacking them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain

And my !@(% is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains
And 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 about to go to work so these (*##$es gonna have to leave
And when the (*##$ 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 hanging on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm hanging on to an angel
Ain't hating on that you hating wrong
Cause you can't hang on to my angles

It's hard being a Lupe fan
Go to Harvard to be a Lupe Satan
I ain't saying that I'm harder
It's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome ^!$$%

Lupe Land
SLR
Here we go, FL bars