[Pinot Grij]

You talk guns but won’t do shit when I come with the pump, liar
I’m Michael Bay, you’ll see this Plot get lost in all of the gunfire
Oh, you mad? Too bad I don’t give a fuck how you feeling, fam
If you ain’t cool, I’ll spin these blades over your head like a ceiling fan
With triggers, he scared to squeeze like this bitch was huggin a distant cousin
This asshole's quiet on the can, like he’s nervous about taking a shit in public
You ain’t a real man – that’s an Avatar. I swear I hate bitches like you
When my Force Awakens it’ll smash your box office, plus the one you live inside too
Even if you got eleven homeys, it’s like New Year’s when I body your soldiers
My noisemaker blows, then it strikes twelve and your whole party is over