This one right here’s for the Riot Makers!

The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!

We gon start this shit off right!

We got KCMO in the house tonight!

We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)

We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)

This is the moment for riders and thugs

Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs

Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs

They say my music’s makin ’em lose it, I write it in blood

This is my music for all my people missin my music

Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it

Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it

for the industry, cuz he was one of the truest..

I don’t know why they keep pumpin it’s somethin

Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin

it’s crunk and it’s hella haterific

Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play

when October is lookin bloody and Satanistic

Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit

then turbulence, don’t get nervous when I wreck arenas

Concert promoters in Honolulu don’t wanna see me

cuz they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cuz I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! That’s if you don’t know… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don’t give a damn about nuthin!

I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper..

Riot maker

Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!

You push, you shove, you get elbowed!

Back on cuz this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre

all of the soldiers who got gone on that day

All my people’s thats sittin in prison

this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I’m spittin?

Fuck the law and the government they’ll hymn yo ass up

They’ll do everything in their power to get a fast buck

No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb

But you’ll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long

Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy

In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby

Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn’t hold back

But they dropped her, now she’s unconscious with her skull cracked

Now when this happened, it wasn’t even during my set

They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt

When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin..

This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! Cuz I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! That’s if you don’t know… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don’t give a damn about nuthin!

I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper..

Riot maker

Stand back if you frightened!

Yeah! Get back cuz we fightin!

I’m a skyscraper..

That’s why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper

Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them

when I’m rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!

It’s Skatterman, cat, Strange Music’s black sheep. (Why?)

Cuz I’m still countin money off the back streets

Every city, every show, I got to pack heat

This ain’t no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet

I’m one of a kind, turn one into nine

Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it’s nothin but time

And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?

With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you

Sss..sss… sick them rottweilers on you

Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you

A made man in the streets, I made grams

Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans

Now I’m chillin on tour with the redhead wonder

Do 57 shows in a three month summer

Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech

gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck

Like you ain’t know, we put it down like this

Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi,groupies,doobies, and fins

Suzy Qs ain’t no excuse for the sin

So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch

You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain’t fit

You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch

Whether it’s reppin dog, or movin them bricks

I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I’m doin it big

As you can tell I ain’t no regular nigga… I’m filled with star qualities

I hang out with bitches thats naked… and watch the bra swallow me

It’s always solo, you can’t fake it.. so don’t try ta follow me

You still can’t get back up on your feet… You right back where you ought to be

I see you failin cuz Strange Music got it locked boy

Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy

It’s really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa

You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. Cuz I’m a

RIOT MAKER! That’s if you don’t know… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin… I’m a..

RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don’t give a damn about nuthin!

I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper..

Riot maker

We will… shut this muthafucka down

We will… tear up your muthafuckin town!

Since 1985… Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three..

Welcome… to Everready..

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