Lil Wayne — New Orleans Maniac

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample] This is the archetypal rock sound Ok this really ain't no rock shit But um, leggo! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Hollygrove monster, New Orleans maniac Shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached Hi, my name is best rapper alive And your mouth is the best crapper alive 'Cause you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs Call it "bust-back," attitude like "fuck em all" And I'm greasy, and your boyfriend is a butterball What's geezy? I mean what's good? Bitch, is you blind? Check my watch, bet it be money all the time Sunny on the side where I stay at Where M.I.A. at? I get pussy every time I say that Haha! In the game room, I don't play that Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at AK at your front door, Young Zoe You can ask Brisco, shoot 'til my wrist sore Coupe with a bitch low, who with the sick pour I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go Yeahhh! They like it when I say yeah, huh? And your boyfriend's a tampon And I don't own land, baby, I own a landmine So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan Weezy F and the 'F' is for franchise You looking at me is like you're looking through ant eyes Hahaha! Young Money can't die Bitch, we like Hancock Yeah, I'm a Martian; what you saying, Spock? I turn your beef into a hamhock Then I put it in a pan pot, shoot 'til my hand hot I can't hear you saying stop, I hear nina saying "pop" I hear choppers saying "chop" I hear niggas screaming and shit, like I say "holla at ya boy, bitch" But holla at ya boy bitch I'm the boy bitch, not ya boy bitch, 'cause ya boy a bitch Hahahaha! Young Moola Crazy! [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Eastside Loco, you're sweet like cocoa And you can get your ass beat fast like go-go Mask on my face, low pro that a no show Shoot a rapper when his album drop give 'em promo You clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit It's time to get the loot, bitch; I had to go solo Your bitch all on me, you better watch your ho, though She wanna come kick it like a dojo, uh-oh Slick nigga, fuck 'em, then I drop 'em like a low-low Bitch want money; like Millz: "No, no-no" Nigga, if you hating, suck a dick; no homo Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos Yeah I'm doing what I do, so nigga, just do you And my gun nicknamed menage; she do two Nigga, welcome to the Young Money Ape Zoo Crew We starving and you could get ate like zoo-zoos Niggas boo-hoo, cry; motherfucker, I'm heartless I'll break bones and cartilage You are just a mark muthafucker; I'm a marksman And I'm all about the green like Boston Pardon me, nigga, I'm talking reckless You walk into a gun fight, knife, no vest, bitch you crazy Just like the ice you wearing, you fugazi Put 'em in the dirt; make 'em push a few daisies 80's baby, soon-to-be rich nigga King Kong beating on my chest, on you bitch niggas Paper I'm after, so I'm on your ass now Young Money: motherfucking cash cow GUDDA!