Montana Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, this beat infectious

You'll catch a fever if you seem to rep this

Completely dissecting the beat 'til you see it's intestines

Leavin' you breathless, knock you out for your ring and your necklace

Come back the following week and randomly beat you senseless

Your back against the fences so you better protect your neck

Before I become the Jason of Hip-Hop like I'm Inspectah Deck

Forget the checks, I only rap so I don't get depressed

And take a bunch of meds and accidentally wear your wedding dress

I'll resurrect from the dead like a damn magician

I'll handle shit with no mannered vision, I slander, dismantle bitches

You deal whatever the hand is given, my plan of mission

Is to fuck up your standard living with guns and ammunition

Here's a prediction, I'll handle you like a man

You'll be stiff as a fuckin' mannequin, time to end the shenanigans

Pamela Anderson's gonna randomly need an ambulance

After I slam her with my hammer and zip up my pants again

I gotta resurface, I'm skippin' and flippin' the words in the verses

I'm 'bouta reverse this, I'm taking it back where nobody has heard this

A lyrical wordsmith, these mother fuckers never thought I would hurt 'em

But what is the purpose? I'm doing whatever I gotta be doing

Yeah, bitch I'm poppin' in, this game I'm toppin' it

I got this shit around my finger as a ring, I'm never droppin' it

Dominate like I'm Mohammad, I won't ever stop this shit

Until my competition nominates me at the top again

I told you, man, I told you

Don't fuck with me!

Nah, but you wouldn't listen

Well, you stupid fuck

You die mother fucker

When I hit the track, I try to relax and attack verses

But on the surface, I can sometimes be a tad nervous

I'm at your service, workin' these bars with a pack of bourbon

Cash stuffed in my pockets like a fuckin' taxidermist

Put you back in a hearse when I murder your ass spiritually

Who you know independently killin' rap jeeringly?

Switchin' up from trap, to the classic boom-bap

Sampling tracks and kick it back to the 50's and rap lyrically

You think it's o-v-e-r, but I plan to show you my answer

You go below me, you'll vanish and kill your only bystander

Homie, you don't even know me, we are not close, it don't matter

I told you phony's don't poke me, I'm fuckin' Tony Montana

Bitch, I ain't done but I think you knew

This is what I was built to do

Fists are up for a fight but I stick to guns like gorilla glue

This the job that I finna do

Here I come for an interview

Fuck with me and you'll see why the villain killer is loose

Yeah

I'm takin' my time, look at me rise to the top

If I said I'm doing fine, I ain't lyin', better stop

This the shit I'm tryna find, see the signs when it knocks

Take it back to '59, doing crimes with the mob

Back in my day, I would try just to rhyme for the props

Pat Riley, I design what I like with the shots

Black Friday couldn't file up the lines that I drop

Got more rhymes in my mind than the dictionary got

You wanna fuck with me? Okay

You wanna play rough? Okay!

There!

Okay, you like that? Huh? You want more?

Say hello to my little friend!

You whores!

There!