Aggy M - PSA
Um, hello?Uh, is this thing on?
Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
I think I got some shit I need to get off my chest
Since a lot of you bitches been talking shit for the past 2 years
And I been silent, tuh
You know, I been trying to be on my humble shit
Focus on what's important
But, it's a lot of jealous, hating ass motherfuckers out there
Niggas really think they could bully me?
Aight, bet!
PSA (Listen up bitches)
Listen, it's time to address some shit
To those who think they know it all
But been guessing shit
In my business, like I yelled, 'next guest!' and shit (Next on line, please?)
10-piece combo? (spits)
And I still cash my check at 6
And then I'm gone in an ubski
Black on black Ksubi's with the tag ripped off
And a beetlejuice hoodie (Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice)
You really thought you'd book me
Without a checkbook? Tuh, boy
You'll never get to book me
Or look me in my face again
Yet I'm the one whose pussy?
You forgot that I was fucking yours
And knocked you out like Snooki?
And you took it like the bitch
Instead of the man you never could be
Would be, but your bitch Tina wear the pants
And she fuck you with a strap
That's why you bleeding out your ass
Still creaming out your ass
And got the nerve to keep speaking out your ass
Dick-eating out your ass
But don't be cleaning out your ass, ha
Don't make me clean it for you
Or you'll be screaming out your ass
Public service announcement
Never disrespect me
Just a heads-up to any bums trying to test me
130 pounds, but nobody never wrecked me
Pressed me?
You could slap dick if you ever left me
PSA! Never disrespect me
I crashed your left eye
No disrespect to Lisa Lefty
No TLC, no scrubs, except the ones you see when you leave the EMTs
Or watch on ABC while you hooked up to IV
I know it seem like I be capping in my music
Shit, I barely be rapping in my music
But one day, they gon' kick 'em out the classroom within my music
No Nick, No cannon, but they'll still be blasting my new shit
In detention, wildin' out
Screaming, 'Who the fuck is Aggy M
Now they want to get to know the name and play pretend
And when the fans walk up to me and ask me
'Who write your stuff, Aggy?'
And I tell 'em, 'Oh, well, you know, mostly Pac, sometimes Big, and even Kurt Cobain...
... and John Lennon invite me out for lunch at Tavern on the Green
And DMX and Pop Smoke hit me up and tell me I'm the next king
I'm Bill Russell with the rings
Mohammed in the ring
You Levander Johnson in the ring
No disrespect to the dead
But you can call me Young Jeff
Dahmer, or the Killer, bitch
You can take a guess
I'm the King of Hearts, bitch, now off with your head
Yeah, the Queen of Hearts is dead with four to the chest
So fuck what you said
Fuck what he, she, they say, and everybody said
Because I'm the next Adolf
The next Bin Laden, the next Bundy
With a statue and a day off in my name like Columbus
And all of the above, bitch
Now bend down, take it like a slut, bitch
Because I'm done with you dick-riders
Shit, y'all been raping me
And I let y'all because I still get to bust a nut or three
And if you keep riding me, it's Final Destination 3
I ain't got much else to speak
Let me take a leak
Yeah, drink up pussy
You gon' really rest in P
Public service announcement
Never disrespect me
Just a heads-up to any bums trying to test me
130 pounds, but nobody never wrecked me
Pressed me?
You could slap dick if you ever left me
PSA! Never disrespect me
I crashed your left eye
No disrespect to Lisa Lefty
No TLC, no scrubs, except the ones you see when you leave the EMTs
Or watch on ABC while you hooked up to IV
Haha, bitch
You think you TMZ but you really 13 sitting on a screen
Reading scary stories about me
No wonder why you can't even sleep past 3
It's a monster in your closet? Or is it just Aggy... sweetie?
Haha
Written by:
Aidan Mella
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