Rapcats Can't F, Pt. 2 ft. Guilty Simpson Lyrics

I puff blunts fatter than roseanne bar

Blow cigars love bad hoes with cars

Frozen bars freeze degrees are so low

My fans at the show could go play in snow

Old man winter hard like December

Spark at contenders and lay em all out

Play em all out fuck your agenda

I'll put your fingers in a blenderno doubt

I'll make a tec 9 sing like Gwen

I call it miss Stefani

I'm so hot no man can sit beside me

I'm so live my songs heat it up like stove eyes

In a house party with the 45

Similar to hurricanes when I blow by

Rap cats can't fuck with me

Or my homeboy LKB

I smoke supreme weed and drink that Henny

Dudes get religious when they meet that semi

Please god don't let em kill me I'm filthy

That's why they call me guilty

LRG saggin rap assassin

Might clap ya captain and wack a has been

'Cause this is a brand new day and I run it

Whatever street SHIT you claim and I done it

Unruly so defiant

My guns shoot wild like Kobe Bryant

I got warriors at the coney island

That'll body ya homey if ya homeys wiling

Ya boys never heard of beef

I'm a wolf and you resemble a herd of sheep

Fuck ya homeboy's rapping tough

You're wack as fuck so I'm gone smack 'em up

Let's go