Co1e - New Slim Shady
I might hop up on this beat
Go stupid
Just to show you I don't give a fuck
I'm fumin'
'Cause I hate the shit you people find amusin'
I'm just cruisin' with a bitch or two
You losin'
God ain't choosin' favourites
Boy you snoozin'
Fuck you doin'?
Shits confusin'
Aye n why ya chain tucked?
Who the fuck you foolin'?
I swear ya brain fucked
Whatchu think? you Truman?
I'll have em goin "what the fuck?
"Is that the new Slim?"
I don't really care too much
I'm rappin' on a limb
I mean I used to give a fuck
And then I met my evil twin
I'm sick uh being stuck
And forced to take on the chin
I mean this shit is just ridiculous
It's got me smokin' stimulants
Deep down I know I'm limitless
I know I need no witnesses
I know they just some hypocrites
I think back to some instances
And know I'm going distances
It's time to form a syndicate
To resurrect Hip-Hop
I don't need a ticket
Open doors like I pick locks
Born to make a difference
If you hesitatin' kick rocks
Get up out ya head
Before the clock stop
Tick tock
All I see is red
I swear this cap rap wish wash
Dead inside my head
That don't mean I'm suicidal
Rebirthed mindset get that bread
Respect the craft and pray for rivals
Bitch i'll see you in the finals
Hope you ready for me bitch
I'll have you spinnin' like a vinyl
It's ColeWitUh1
Call me new Slim Shady
Yeah I got a man bun
Still could fuck ya old lady
My intentions overlooked
This shit be jumpin' out my skin
These rappers undercooked
But yet they records get the spins
I ain't sayin' that I'm shook
I'm saying what the fuck is this?
I'm puttin' in the work
And yet they talkin famous dex
Like yeah I wanna check
But ain't there standards nowadays?
Everybody got a tec
N think they Rambo nowadays
There's levels to the music
They ain't see 'em nowadays
The game be so polluted
Think my lane gon' end the phase
Party's over, I've concluded
Better days come through the rain
These drugs gon' leave me wounded
But I'm known to fight the pain
Why they lookin' at my stupid
I got gold up in my veins
Raps are brewin' so it's humid
Nothin' fake in what I say
Where's my fluid?
Talkin' juice
With my two shots uh gin
It's the new school Slim
Lil bitch I'm him
You lose I win
Papoose for my kid
That's you
I hit but never miss
That's true
If you disrespect my sis
Catch two
(Bang bang)
And if you diss
Better say my name too
For example
Watch this
Aye M.I.L.E
Yeah you
M.I.L.E entertainment
Fuck you.
You ain't blessed to do this shit
Achoo
I said I'm here to make a statement
That's true
I'm the one and only
Go n ask ya boo
Foo
It's ColeWitUh1
Call me new Slim Shady
Yeah I got a man bun
Still could fuck ya old lady
Time I'm on I can't even take a breath
Hit the bong when I stress like I'm Seth,
Rogan
I could kill you on a beat
That's my slogan
And ya death will be publicized ,
Logan
But fuck all the that
I need a bitch to come n stroke it
I hit her Trojan but I broke it
("Did you just fucking cu-?")
Nah bitch you just soakin'
Round two gettin' weird
Mixin' potions
I confused the bitch box
For an ocean (Splash)
Then I beat her out her socks
Like I'm Hogan
I like my whiskey on the rocks
I'm floatin' (Floatin')
This beat jukebox
Keep it goin' (Keep it goin')
I'm from the boondocks
Northside snowin' (Northside)
She was square
Round me the bitch hoeing (Made her pop it)
Said I'm rare
Girl I'm already knowin' (I'm a prophet)
You with the new school Slim
Don't you know it?
It's ColeWitUh1
Call me new Slim Shady
Yeah I got a man bun
Still could fuck ya old lady
It's ColeWitUh1
Call me new Slim Shady
Yeah I got a man bun
Still could fuck ya old lady
It's ColeWitUh1
Call me new Slim Shady
Yeah I got a man bun
Still could fuck ya old lady
It's ColeWitUh1
Call me new Slim Shady
Yeah I got a man bun
Still could fuck ya old lady
Written by:
Cole Hartman
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