Ol' Dirty Bastard - B.o.B

I don’t fuck you, you can’t even sing

Yeah, sing you of bitches

Baby I like it raw (East side shit)

Baby I like it raw

Baby I like it raw (East side)

Baby I like it raw (East side)

Think about the game and what it could be

If all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussy

Serious what you took me, A quick as how you lookin'

All these rappers cookie cutters

Rocking drop tops and Coogie sweaters

I’m in between two different eras doe

You and you and you and you and you are all identical

Fuck the clone I can’t even tell who the original

Mandela effect, I can not remember you

As far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to do

So what have you assumed?

How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the room

How you, how you conscious running for congress

Ain’t this the system that put your people in bondage

Ain’t this the system that sprinkled diseases on the original people

Gave us a book and a steeple got niggas hooked on the needle

And drug money casino money

We don’t ever see no money

Unless of course you got a degree or something

From the school that the elite funded

Okay, you need a degree to make digits

You work your whole life to pay back tuition

By the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pension

Now they need tuition

Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga

Who buck wild with the trigger

Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga

I’ll fuck your ass up

Baby I like it raw

Baby I like it raw

Baby I like it raw

Baby I like it raw

Yea, I put a end to the world you the greatest rapper in

A rapper is nothing but candy packaging

Guess that mean you sweet inside, laffy taffy skin

Bars too advanced like a graphic calculus

Huh, I thought you guys was felons

Y’all so gangsta in the street but be so nice on Ellen

I see no lies i’m tellin', spend your life on Hoteling

You bought a mansion in the 'burbs to make the white folks jealous, well

The richest slave on a plantation still work on a plantation

Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeed

Still at the end of a very long leash

If we inside a cell on a mitochondria

Niggas steal your style like a hypochondria

Reporting live from a human holocaust

Fuck what the masses do them niggas is dumb lost

Yeah, it’s the return of Osiris (Of Osiris? of Osiris)

They know what clothes you like they know the timing

To peel back layers of your psyche and send you niggas some nikes

Just a step away from being a animal

A food crisis away from being some cannibals

Best part of my day is the back of my eyelids

Only thing better is waking up next to my bitch

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga

Who buck wild with the trigger

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga

Who buck wild, wait

Baby I like it raw

Baby I like it raw

Don’t make a biopic about me, bandz

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut