Lyrics

yo young Hawk IA
the mother fuckin name
the craziest thats ever been In this Hawkeye state
full of fuckin rage
no lie I always hate
I don’t even care
cuz I know I’ll be great
pride and cocky attitude my 2 greatest traits
slaughter anybody in my muh fuckin way
I ain’t kiddin bro catch me off 6 state
in a clippers jersey at the barber fuck around and catch a fade
Lebron James
N
MJ
2 23’s bussin out the window of the VDub out in Ankeny,
homicides not the only way
keep talkin I got the time today
I’m a listen to the words you say
and after all the talk your head I will decapitate
precision firearms Texas Instruments make you recalculate
all them lies you try to tell all the shit you fabricate
and it’s my rightful duty to make sure that I eradicate
an infection like you gangrene bro I’ll amputate
yo legs and arms
911 ring the alarm
nobody safe from the harm
like a psychopath win you over with my charm
and when you finally go to sleep I get my saw and start to carve
money make me hungry bro and I am fuckin starved
I swear to god
I’ll spend my life in that pod
for the shit you spewed at the quad
telling me I was fam I was a part of your squad
then you got a big job
and turned into a snob
then you turn around and cry like I’m the one who’s the prob
suck my knob
call me koopa troopa cuz ima bust outta my shell
you’ll need a fuckin army if it’s my voice you gonna quell
yeah I admit my egos swelled
and I’ll prolly go to hell
this prolly won’t sell
but at least I know when you hear this you’ll yell
and be like ayo what the fuck ima have my lawyer mail
you a copy of the defamation lawsuit bro
you can’t be talkin all that shit up on my name now
oh well
I did
and I’m gettin paid for it
sometimes life ain’t fair and ain’t shit that you can do about it

Chase, should’ve been a better friend,
breaking boundaries and controlling your wife.
you’re a bigot and it’s as clear as a starry night,
I hope your wedding is cancelled and your fam cuts ties,
because you’re cheating on your future wife,
you called Haley last night…
right?
or was it last week?
month?
year?
continuing!
on and on,
and your wife doesn’t even know,
if I was her,
I’d lock you outside no coat in the Minnesota snow,
I hope when you visit chanhassen you understand it’s no longer home…