On The Map

[Lex Bratcher:]
When they look at me they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

When they look at me they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

Look at me (look at me)
People don't know when they look at me (nah)
That I'm 'bout to hop on the flow and just ride on the shit outta sight like a wilder beast (giddyup)
I'm killing these chickens and killing these asses
About to prepare me a dinner feast
And I bet they'll still bring me haterade cause God needa side when I'm in a beef
It'll take pride when I'm killing every beat
Every verse seal 'em in a hearse when they deal with me
I be killing niggas in they own shit, Middle East
When they put me on a feature, they be uncomfortable like they put me in the middle seat (ha ha, ha)
Actually, they won't find me in the backstreet
'Cause I'm finna go ham it's just passed me
In the van with my hand on the backseat
Hungry for blood then I'm reaching off of the mat
They gon' talk when I hit the coffin and how I put the sauce on a track
And then ate the beat with a fork and see how they all gon' react
Me and Crypt when we on a song know we took them all to the max
We took them all out the bag, and then we pulled the cord
Put 'em in body bags and we took them all to the morgue
Hannibal Lect. style cause sometimes when I am bored
I strip a rapper's body have it baking like wild boar

When they look at me they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

[Crypt:]
Look at me (uh)
People don't know when they look at me (uh)
That I'm finna get on the track and even though I'm fat I'm gonna lap any mother fucker wanting the gas
And say "woah, you don't look like any other rapper that I know"
So don't blink you won't think I can't rap when I lash back with my flow
Swag on, but it's in my rap
When I eat is the only time that I count racks
Baby backs and not the stacks of cash
And people say I'm whack and lack in stash to that
But I pay with a plastic piece worth 3 times more than your ass can keep
But I'm just not flashy with it I'm humble
You more back seat driven I'm frontal
I'm so cold, but y'all don't know
Like I'm a rapper undercover
Y'all keep jacking with me and rubbing me wrong bitch I'm a come up
All of a sudden all these artists acting like they're the best
But just like the marks on my stomach, bitch that's a massive stretch
You passive aggressive at best so I'll pass your ass a vest to protect your chest
From the lashes I vent that lay your ass to rest
Bitch watch you stretch, then when it comes to crunch time my bars are sublime
You'd think it's prom the way you bitches dance around my punchlines

[Lex Bratcher:]
When they look at me they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

When they look at me they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah