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The number one rapper in the world!
N9ne!
I am what? out of fucks!

Fed up with everything I'm cynical I ever been
I'll make the Beretta if any comin' up at a king
Alluding to a leader livin' a better dream
like the brother on the side of Coretta King!
But the they made me a monster
I need a getaway and may some Kontra
in my hand I'm goin' crazy and bonkers
Like I'm and my baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn a good nigga
They wanna take what you
And put you out in the river a particular bout,
I give you doubt if you is a giver
And nothin' but a digger!
I'ma the message you're gonna decay
If karma displays a deathbed you delay
The drama that Tech said he gonna repay
The one in the way I check it wit' a to spray!
When I spit it, niggas, it
'Cause I come wit' it, big
Got 'em livid, when I quick it
They don't dig it but the spirit is not authentic
Not a party but I'm fed up with the hatred
And how they wanna spit upon and hit the faces
Not even knowing we and mental cases
I open up they mouth a fully and dental they shit!

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!

Is it that I'm having a attack
And I'm tired of fact that I'm starving like Hagler
of a battler veteran
Get you from out of
Hit you for there, man in here mind your manners
And manage mannerisms
mouth of a minimal double dribblin'
Stuffed up a got me jitterin'
Got me feeling the pit adrenaline
Sitting inside of a cape
Shank sharpened and bank (get 'em!)
Is it that I'm having a panic
And I'm not have it fresh outta fucks
And I make it a habit
I don't the truth and really the fact
That you not giving a I practice
I seeing on you wishing my tactics
Now the up on my body and I'm watering my cactus
I'll a pterodactyl and shackle 'em and ride on the back of 'em
Slapping them in the abdomen hurry the wings
We to Strangeland and demandin' a pretty penny
And poppin' on the like I'm hiding the hinky
I am who the suckas to be
Get offended by me they on my energy
a penalty nigga
Finna be the epitome of an enemy
In a minute we cut the and become a symphony
a Windom
Family finna be getting behind a dynasty
Tecca N9na and me these twin
Time to be violently my mind and become reblinded by me and igniting the dynamite and then me Swish!

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!

Bleed ya if you got the funk a fever
Nothing but a sucka billy
Buckin' really we had enough of the silly
Agreed get the heata bussin' up to really ya
I'm an when ya on ya hatin'
Kinda conversation I'ma bomb ya
my congregation of non-sedation
The awakened achin' the spawn of Satan

Who call my and I'm goin'
I'm kinda plain out of my
My combination norm
It's like I'm a eye socket
And breaking his pocket
It's the time clock is wastin' a pine box is awaitin'
I'm salivating they me the killa, killa
There's no it's sentimental a general
I'ma 'em, hit 'em all in the middle they feminine
All bitching is non-missable zippiter
Get to kickin' it in the
When I spit it niggas
'Cause every time I with it
The victor definitive pen and pad pennin'
And pennin' it and the pyramid I'm making it
to stay an initiative
Tryna get it and in where the position is
Put my life and my freedom at risk for this
me mine I don't give a fuck what tradition is
Listen I'm a diamond shit and I'm killing shit

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!