Hold up, Hodor
This is isn't a novel, I'm full throttle
When the open bar's closing, I'm scoping the full bottles
'Cause I'm thus so far sober, no groping or being coddled
Hoping this whole thing is a joke, and a toast follows
East coating in Sleepy Hollow, what drove me to see Apollo
Coping with Steve, and I know, be proud of me if he found out
More Bush shit just south of Florida than Busches in South Dakota
Pushing who're pushing, sure enough, come push me and touch a grown up
Hold up, see this the motherfucking J
Up and coming prodigal son who's within your brain
Methodical product of God and Adam and Eve
But without a condom allotted, from Joe and Sue was conceived
I'm so consumed with what seems to be a matter of feelings
And if you live in a glass house, I'll fucking shatter your ceilings
This is the last of the meals, you nail my hands to the cross
I'll stick my foot in your fucking ass, prepare for the frost
You got some questions, of course, but I got no answers to grant ya
I'll stick to beer for the cash, I'll stick to rap for the grandeur
This is a family affair, we came to stare for the cameras
Where tit for tat is a hazard, 'cause now your tit has a cancer
And that's who I am, sir, and that's why I whisper
If my ass was my sister, I'd ask you to kiss her
I'm brewing this groove so fucking smooth you can taste it
And I'm bringing this music, dude, straight out the basement
Is this a prior arrangement, is this a sign of the times?
Is this a glimpse in the future?
Fuck, I don't got enough eyes
But once you've heard enough lies, sized, and defined your opponent
You grip your hand in a fucking fist, which you hold up and own it
Now let's pause for a moment, seems we're recouping our losses
Do we need food for tomorrow, or what we borrow from faucets?
And you can prove what I spew is truth, or assume it's abhorrent
But motherfuckers be foolish viewing The Beat and ignoring
Hold up, hold up
Motherfuckers be foolish viewing The Beat and ignoring
Hold up
Say it again, baby
Don't mind if I do
Motherfuckers be foolish viewing The Beat and ignoring
Got you drooling and skeeting like you been watching some porn
Went from cowtown to Soundcloud, but now I bow down to torrents
But don't miss me too much, 'cause fuck, I'm kicking your door in
Adoring masses in Madison know this verbal assassin's
The grandpappy of redneck rap and I'm bringing my family
Got Uncle Sammy, and Tammy, and Tamilyn, and Great Gammy
We drinking Genny in jammies, like we attending the Grammys
What's that mean?
It means I'm truly pissed we're more-so enamored
With pop culture than foreign wars, our young students' falling scores
A use of excessive force while expecting respect, of course
And a sickening rape culture, and all the good girls we're calling whores
I was born in this shit storm kicking and screaming
I've endured in this shit storm spitting and breathing
And what's more, I'm in tip top form
Beat motherfucker, Beat, Beat, Beat, fucker, Beat motherfucker, this is Your Son
Beat motherfucker, Beat, Beat, Beat motherfucker, Beat, Beat motherfucker
Beat, Beat, motherfucker, the new hip hop norm