No Idols

Produced by: The Alchemist

Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley and Domo Gen in this *****
I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids
Some gasoline, me and Domo, were two talented kids
*****, Im back like my jump on Jimmy Fallons ribs
Think I give a ****? Axes get to hackin at *****
Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of j**z
Man this rap s**t is borin, this tourin is tearing me a new asshole
Im not even enjoyin the fruits of my labor
Thats cause Im up til four in the morning recording, **** it
If you think Im a ****, you ***** then why dont you, shove it
Up your ****** ass, I mastered this s**t like Im, Grudman
Cuban chain tucked cause you know I dont like, stuntin
But since were on the subject, Im good bruh its, nothin
Lettuce in my pocket, salty ****** need to, catch up
Youre full of bologna if you do not think my, breads up
But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella
Never mind, you dont even like sandwiches fella
And Im still ****** hungry, thats probably cause Im African
Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
Actually, **** this, Adult Swim pays good
Loiter Squad season two, ***** I wanna act again

Uno, dos, tres, quatro (x8)
(Beat Switch)

Liftin up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout
To be honest, when I drop it Im knockin the whole block out
Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out
***** regardless, Im the hardest, pullin all of the stops out
Smellin like success, leave the room I bet it linger
Word slinger, oh its itchin Im fixin the trigger finger
I dont get respect its like somebody gotta die tonight
Type to hit my special five times in a title fight

Six in the morn, asthma flared and theres snot in my nose
The needle got me sick, whatever Robitussin will get it
Imma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish
I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything I imagine
I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
Cause twenty-threes too late, Im done
I wool-knitted this purse and bulls**tted this verse
But lucky enough the ****-riders will still go berserk
Its No Idols, *****
Domo Genesis
( Switches back to the First Beat)

I got the game toe-touchin like its pigeon-toed
Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
Listen yo, quit the *******, why you timid?
I got this s**t controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul
For all you know Im ultimate soldier type, its a horror story
Reason you feelin worried, cause Im the poltergeist
Im the evil thought thats approachin em on the coldest nights
So when they ask me if Im bout to kill em, tellem, 'Show youre right'
I got my focus right as you could ****** see now
Plannin for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
Document my awesomeness cause I dont like to freestyle
I like to hit the dougie while she suckin on my penile
Domo Genesis, what I tell them b*****s Im finished with
Spit the sickest s**t, dont put them tickets on your Christmas list
Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
S**t, watch these ****** just spaz on some schizophrenic s**t
No Idols

Our boy Al, everybodys pal