Artist: Lil B Album: I'm Thraxx Song: D.O.R Typed by: AZ Lyrics Fuck the rap game It's that death of the rap game Fuck the world I'm God Lil B I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very proper You want the war, you bring your troops, I'll bring the choppers You niggas gay, yeah, you gay, you fuckin' faggot I'm head first, with 30 rounds I let them have it Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it I post up with big blunts and Maseratis Rick Ross, the new whip is Big Body New Boys, you bitch-niggas I been Rocky Been cocky, ask Josh, I been active Ride a bus, with long straps, no riff-raff Then you drive cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum Yes, tragic how he left with no comments Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm gonna rob em Catch me slippin' with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy .45 got nice aim; I throw curvy My game, I run court, I'm James Worthy From the block, I'm from the bricks like New Jersey I did court, I did jail, you can't hurt me Waterfront the fam nigga, it's West Berkeley And they ask where I been, I been rappin' You drive cars, you fuckin' fag, I been gassin' In my eyes is blood, sweat and pain, cause It's a shame that they don't know my name, Blood Lil B: I blow trees in all seasons Think I'm slippin? Find out! For no reason Met pain, I met God, I met death They all said I'm BasedGod, and that's that Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts I'm not Drake, I ain't come in the game rich Fuck you if you don't feel my game, bitch Fuck you if you don't like my name, bitch BasedGod tell your girl, she could suck on it Put money on God and I bust on him Don't hate! I rock out like Philly rock Real street, like a New York City block Beat your ass like a New York City cop Flipmode, a Rah Digga, a mind-figure Fuck crackers, fuck hoes & fuck niggas Fuck her, fuck you & fuck me Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit heat Post up, I sell dimes and fat zips Got crack: the cats come like catnip Don't trip: I never fold like napkins Real goon, I'm just Robbin' like Baskins Anthrax a real boy like Osama Been played, I been beat, I love drama X-Man on defense, it's street shit Riding up in deep tints & deep dish Never thought I'd come hard? I fooled you! Been watchin', I cursed you it's Voodoo Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s Leave his head split and no Cochran to back him Don't you niggas wish I'd fall off the Big League? At my lowest point, sacrifice to make bread XMR - call your bitch and get head She don't really like you: possum, she play dead Riding up top. Real niggas and big blocks Say the pack dead? bitch nigga the pack hot All these new niggas is my sons, the new boys Fuck you rap niggas: new guns and new toys Infrared beam make you dream, then POOF!, boy Semi-auto rounds make you scream like Luke, boy Only other thing that I ain't did is die yet I don't like that mindset, nigga, it's the grind-set Don't wear a watch, cause it could be your time next You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with death threats Shit, think you hard?: I bust a nut like good sex Think you real? A Bay nigga, a hood vet Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no stress Incest, fuck your bruh and fuck your bitch No homo... fuck your life, I'm getting rich Mexican: I'm illegal, I move bricks No love, I dog hoes like new pits Doctor! I need help, the game's sick Lil B give a fuck about the fame, bitch Welcome to the army D.O.R., nigga Death Of Rap Fuck all you rap niggas, Lil B run this shit BasedGod