J. Cole — The Elderly

[Intro] Yo I don't even know man Maybe I'm the only one who sees how wack this nigga is Like the rest of these niggas like this nigga or something you know Fucking 33 years old trying to get respect nigga Get a life, feed your family man god damn [Verse] Why the fuck would you jump to step to A motherfucker such as myself nigga i deck you Lay you out beat the shit out you until you confess to Being the weakest nigga out homosexual, shit You jock me and talk shit cause you not me I'm cocky this faggots riding my dick, a jockey Try me, nigga your shit's jokes you Cosby I'm Ali, bitch I'm the king you Rodney (Get it) How dare you try compare yourself to me Coming at mines you embarrass yourself So please ease off my dick, worry bout your own shit I got the skills to pay the bills bitch you homeless On this microphone it's no joke I'm focused So, you provoke get throat choked and toasted You shit is not hot man, god damn yo You tied for the wackest nigga alive besides Van Gogh And you hate, how i get props and u can't Trying to rap at age 48 it's too late You think you can fuck around but you wait You great, son you must but slow as a Screw tape Whats wrong with you, you all bent of shape Sobbing like your moms whipped you cause i wouldn't do a song with you Poor slut, washed up, still rapping How can I call you a has been, you never have been The most wanted, most boasts but don't want it The flows rugged, please know I'm cold blooded This ho done it about to get his dome crushed in With these words I'm sick, you ain't even got a nose running Pussy ass artificial [?] Trying to brag you some kind of fucking central [?] But, you don't really think that I'm impressed with that do you I win your wack ass title and give it back to you Cause it's nothing you still hitting me given me praise You face me wait, nigga is your weed laced You too old for this dawg you's a freed slave You album and Shyne Po got the same release date You loosing it, I'm bruising lips with this music shit You gotta get used to it And now I'm abusing this fucking stupid trick from Houston Excuse my french but you's a bitch You's predictable, you joke that I'm half white (Yeah, yeah) That's nice still don't change the fact that you rap like You back on the crack pipe, faggots a sad sight Fag type, sticking flashlights up your ass pipe You wanted beef so I'm dishing it out son Before the bout's beginning I'm predicting the outcome Step in the ring nigga with or without gloves You be throwing the towel the beginning of round one And I ain't got no sympathy for you neither This battles a time out, I'm getting a breather You easier than 1, 2, 3 your fucking weak raps Just like my girlfriend, i know i can beat that [Outro] What Nigga? Your whole sets blown I fuck around and put you in a rest home I'm professional, this shit is boot camp I'm a 100 dollar bill you's a food stamp Ravenous the faggot, the senior citizen with a bad back A massive limp from his plastic hip You never could be as nice This nigga used to have a rap group with Jesus Christ