[Intro]

White Noise

White Noise

[Verse 1]

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-day

Licking her hoohah, dick in her face

Hitting the Buddha til I am fazed

Testing my shooter will get your blazed

I'm in a rage, I'm about to rage

Like fat frat faggots at a fucking rave

My brain is laced, my shoes untied

Get in my face and you'll be unalived

I am deprived inside of my mind

Better off dead, I am not alive

Dead inside like a zombie from Flatbush

Scratch the rhymes off your scratchpad

Better smash your MacBook

I let the gat cook, don't make mе snap the strap

I am the mad cook herе to serve a bad batch

Blowing mad hash, blowing hydro

Give the bag back or get your eye swole

[Chorus]

One for the money, two for the honeys

Three for the weed and four cuz it's sunny

Five for the love and six for the hate

Seven for the early days, eight for the late

Nine for these rhymes and ten for my bros

And the whole fucking list for the ones that you chose

Nine for these rhymes and ten for my bros

And the whole fucking list for the ones that you chose

[Verse 2]

I bonk ya bonce once, you dunce I one once

More than you cunts, motor these stunts

Mortar your fronts, bang a bombshell

Who was taught well to zonk the donk on my junk until it womps

Not a wombat you are a rat, chilling with my cats, eat you for a snack

Snacking on these wrappers, you choking on the candy

You rappers are sweet, all fine and dandy

Ovation outstanding, knocked em all down

I swear officer that's how they were found

Slain on the carpet, everyone is my target

Bringing home the groceries from the farmer's market

You can't control me, the battle has started

But don't quote me, already trademarked it

So you don't get no credit, the top is where I'm headed

Ain't about the money but I like my chicken breaded

[Chorus]

One for the money, two for the honeys

Three for the weed and four cuz it's sunny

Five for the love and six for the hate

Seven for the early days, eight for the late

Nine for these rhymes and ten for my bros

And the whole fucking list for the ones that you chose

Nine for these rhymes and ten for my bros

And the whole fucking list for the ones that you chose

[Verse 3]

I'm patiently waiting for 50 cent M&M's

I'm graciously bating for anything swimming in

You just fucked a damn hoe in Gucci flip flops

Hoe sucked my dick in sandals and dad socks

Your homies give you props on ya gator shoes

I fuck a bitch in some Crocs and watch the Lakers lose

In later news: my current waiter's hot

Want to get her French fried and twist her tater tots

Ain't a player but I crushed her candy

Gave me a handy while I sniffed her panties

Then emptied her pantry, ate all her food

Kicked me out her house, guess I was being kind of rude

More bitches running in, told em I was Eminem

Fake it til you make it, guess that's why you winning then

Cooking heat, you on the back burner simmering

Stir fry your mind, THANK YOU! (come again)

[Chorus]

One for the money, two for the honeys

Three for the weed and four cuz it's sunny

Five for the love and six for the hate

Seven for the early days, eight for the late

Nine for these rhymes and ten for my bros

And the whole fucking list for the ones that you chose

Nine for these rhymes and ten for my bros

And the whole fucking list for the ones that you chose