Kizz My Black Azz (Explicit)

You kiss my black a*s because you sucked my d**k off

My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough

This is for the people in the business the people in the streets

And most of all it's to the wack muthaf**kas with wack beats

Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes

Cause every day they wake up they see me on the news

I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released

And my muthaf**kin business and my bank account increase

B***hes ride the poke and n***as ride the sack

So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact

N***as in my neighborhood ain't about nothin

The po' broke muthaf**kas think I owe em something

But I don't owe em s**t but a 'what's up' for a hello

And ask for a job the answer is Hell no

Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry

Cause lookin at me crazy that s**t ain't gonna change me

But some of them are cool and they know who they are

The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car

But the others talk s**t behind my back

The main muthaf**kas always sayin they gotta rap

Wait to make a record like it happens overnight

But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight

Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack

But Ren ain't a p***y so step the f**k back

And kiss my black a*s

I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage

Save the s**t for parades

And while you're at it why don't you dress like a clown

And draw yourself a permanent frown

Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints

Because it wouldn't make sense

Rappers doin this should retire

N***as lookin like Earth Wind &Fire

People don't go to rap shows so they can hear a band

It's like a man tryin to f**k a man

It defeats the whole purpose

It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface

A big circus all that's missin is a tent

Because the s**t ain't worth five cents

So a n***a like Ren'll take a stand

To say a real rap artist don't need a band

All you need on the stage is meat and bones

Save the band s**t for Quincy Jones

And no more singin on the breaks please

The s**t is spreadin fast like disease

And for them I'll be a cure pure

You know that I know I'm sure

So I'ma trap on my lure

Every hypocritical muthaf**ka that's suckin with the rap

Give him a real n***a slap

Kiss my black a*s

Now rappers in the business talk s**t behind my back

Just because their s**t ain't sellin and people call it wack

But when I go to clubs I get the utmost respect

Them jealous muthaf**kas know I clock crazy checks

Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss

But while they fuss I'm goin gone they goin dust

Barely standin the light of the lime

Life's a b***h with some p***y-a*s rhymes

But they always on my d**k when they see me

I think beneath that point they want to be me

I don't break my neck to be in other n***as' videos

Standin around like h*es

But them other n***as gotta do it for pub'

Because nobody recognize them in the club

And when they see me they want to kick it so people'll stare

Quit swinging on my d**k hairs

And as soon as I leave the muthaf**kas start yappin

Run they mouth like a b***h better than they do rappin

And I don't need a crew

Because a crew can't do s**t that a real n***a can't do

So to all y'all n***as that's down with a crew

How does it feel ot be number two

Kissin another n***a's a*s so you can slick sign a autograph

And move people out his path

And that's the reason I'ma diss you

Stuff your mouth with tissue

And kiss my black a*s