Too Easy

(MG on the beat, someone come get me) Shit is too easy Pick myself up from the ground Seven times weekly Heard that your boyfriend is sleazy He had some hookers around They came out greasy Keeping it cold when it's breezy I buy the shit by the pound They watching me but I'm too sneaky Not to sound cheesy I am controlling the sound Like I was Yeezy Like I was Yeezus I don't need visas I know my ex is out spreading diseases Coughing and wheezing I am just teasing Rev the fuckin Enzo that I am leasing Chef prepare the benzos that I am eating Wake up in a Benz though without no feeling Don't go outside I got stars on the ceiling I am the phantom you're hearing I am the ghost of the opera I make a toast to this genre I make a toast to this shit All I was drinking was vodka And eventually, I quit You the same lil' bitch What you say, lil' bitch? Come and play, lil' fucker Eat your soul just for supper Run you over with a hummer Beat the fuck out of my drummer That's just me but even dumber Yeah, it's me man what a bummer I got runners, I got gunners Fucked shit up back in the summer Made it back with a new number Bumper to bumper I'm jumping, I'm pumping You all with some lead Yeah, I wanna see bloodshed I want fuckers really dead There's nothing wrong with my head All I fucking see is red All I fucking smell is dread Pull you by your fucking head Wanna run? Go ahead It'll be longer before you are dead I can kill you from my bed I got hitters and they spread I'm the needle, you some thread You can't face me head to head If you come along, it's death ahead If you come along, it's death ahead It's death ahead Shit is too easy Pick myself up from the ground Seven times weekly Heard that your boyfriend is sleazy He had some hookers around They came out greasy Keeping it cold when it's breezy I buy the shit by the pound They watching me but I'm too sneaky Not to sound cheesy I am controlling the sound Like I was Yeezy Like I was Yeezus I don't need visas I know my ex is out spreading diseases Coughing and wheezing I am just teasing Rev the fuckin Enzo that I am leasing Chef prepare the benzos that I am eating Wake up in a Benz though without no feeling Don't go outside I got stars on the ceiling I am the phantom you're hearing I am the ghost of the opera I make a toast to this genre I make a toast to this shit All I was drinking was vodka But eventually, I quit You the same lil' bitch What you say, lil' bitch? Come and play, lil' fucker Eat your soul just for supper Run you over with a hummer Beat the fuck out of my drummer That's just me but even dumber Yeah, it's me man what a bummer I got runners, I got gunners Fucked shit up back in the summer Made it back with a new number Bumper to bumper I'm jumping, I'm pumping You all with some lead Yeah, I wanna see bloodshed I want fuckers really dead There's nothing wrong with my head Bitch