WORLD WAR III!

[Intro: Donald Trump]
Look at my African American over here
Look at him, are you the greatest?
You know what I'm talking about?
Okay, so we have a African American guy at
One of the rallies a month ago...

[Part 1 - World War III]

[Verse 1: Sadboyshaq]
Ay ay, huh
Ay ay, huh
Ay ay
Pull up on a nigga with a motha fucking scatpack
I'mma hit his bitch from the front side and the back, back
She gonna be sucking the dick and the sack, sack
I'mma pass that bitch the cold blue from the pack, pack
Tired of you niggas cuz you niggas be wack, wack
Matter of fact, fuck that, huh
This is World War 3
Call Donald Trump because you know I'm gonna grant a fucking scrap, scrap (Uhh, Ay)
Deet, deet, deet, deet
That bitch gonna lick up my meat, uh
I fuck that bitch in my sleep, uh
No Miama but I got Heat, uh
Beat up on her motha fucking waist, uh huh
Put that shit straight to your face, uh huh
Fuck on that bitch for the gang, uh huh
Finna toss your body in the lake (Ay, Ay, Ay)
Beat a bitch nigga with a rake
(I'm just coutin' up blue hundreds all up in his face, uh huh)
Go into you crib where you stay
I'mma put that choppa to yo face

[Verse 2: Sleepy Panic]
I'mma put that choppa to yo face, uh huh
Osama just signed my AK, uh huh
World War 3, bitch get to fighting
Don't tred on me bitch, I'll get to bittin'
Taliban-dana striaght from ISIS
Fuck a label, no they won't like this
If you want a feature hit Cash
App, ay
You the type of nigga who wear snapback, ay
Captain Knuckles no Flapjack, ay
Pull up with a Ray Gun, zap zap
Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
Choppa let it rip like a dummy Beyblade
I just had to walk in with my AK
Why you talking shit when you so bitch made?

[Verse 3: Sadboyshaq]
Fuck that shit, umm
Umm, I'm getting busy
Matter fact I pack a glizzy
If you wanna get the semi-automatic let's get busy
I'mma fuck that bitch, umm
And now I think her name was Trinity
She sucking on my motha fuckin dick and that bih got a hundred legs just like a centipede
I'm sad at times and I know
But I'll still fuck your hoe
Take her backstage throat fucked then bring her outside of the show
I'm sad but you already know
(When it come the lick bitch I'm kicking the door)
I'm tired of switching my flow
(We don't need no witness to shoot through the door)

[Part 2: Post War]

[Intro: Sadboyshaq]
Ay man, turn this off
Like I'm so serious turn this shit off
I'm telling you nigga if you don't turn this off (I swear to god)
Okay...

[Verse 1: Sadboyshaq & Sleepy Panic]
Whipping in a mothafucking Cadalaic, uh (bitch!)
White in my eyes like the cataracts, uh
Hold on wait a minute let me back track, uh
Film a pussy nigga like Flapjack! (yuh!)
Look at my guap let me stack that
And bitch I got bombs like Baghdad
If you want a feature I do not do free ones, so nigga please hit up my Cash
App
Me and death my have a contract (BITCH!)
Hit up Iraq, brand new choppa, delivered that ASAP
Fully loaded clip, on my side, chop like katana (WOO-WOO!)
Smells like Teen Spirit, I be on my Nirvana shit
Might just slit my wrist, government took my cigarette
Might just ice my wrist, shout out Trump I fucked his bitch (FUCK TRUMP!)

[Verse 2: Sadboyshaq & Sleepy Panic]
Man, I'mma just let the evil nigga take over, uh
Evil in my mothafucking mind frame
I don't give a damn, pop it just like some champagne, uh
She snort a line of cocaine, uh
Wanna feel like my last name is Cobain
Making body moves hit up the Cashapp
Like my name Donkey Kong, I smash that
Give me the duffel bag, bitch I'mma stash that
Bitch I'm on the corner where the crack at, ay
Got a pair of choppas call it swing set (WOO-WOO!)
When I'm with your bitch she give me good head (Ay, Yuh, Yuh)
Fully loaded clip aim at yo head (POW!)
Too much drip looking like a faucet (Drip, Drip)
When I'm with your bitch she give me good head (Hold up, hold up)
Narcissistic, pessimistic, don't trust niggas, I don't really have to pull the trigger
I count my figures, fuck on bitches, swear to god I don't wanna have to kill you nigga
They say "Why you so sad?" I don't know
I don't need drugs, and I sure don't need hoes
Let me demonstrate to you, uh, the meaning of flows (Ay!)
Bitch nigga thought he was special
And I don't got piercings but I grip the metal
Rip your fucking arms off like a flower, petal
I'm done fighting the boss so get on my level
Eenie, minnie, miney, moe
Catch a opp right at his door
If he talk shit, choppa blow
Bitch we'll shoot you at your show
(Wait you let me go back in)
Yo that's a bird, not it's a plane
Oh that's an opp well he in the grave
Russian AK, straight to your face
Give me a reason not to blow your brains

[Verse 3: Sadboyshaq]
Um, um should I take over again?
Yeah!
Yeah!
Feeling like Santa I'm stuffing my mothafucking stocking, yuh uh
Bitch I'm stuffing my mothafucking pockets with Lunchables, uh
Try to drug me thats a loss you fools
Eat up my dick like it's Chinese food
I gotta admit it was kinda cool
Intelligent, ignorant, I am a fool
INTELLIGENT, IGNORANT, I AM A FOOL!
You niggas kinda stupid if you think that I am listening
I see your bitch, put my dick in it
Chilling with a bitch in the dojo we kicking it
Feel like Draco when I rhyme fast, I just be spitting shit