Baytown (Remix)

[Verse 1: R.J]
Wassup bitches, it's time to party
Imma take my lust and my shawty
I'll bring some champagne and Jack Daniels
In ten years, I'll be canceled
After tonight, the world will know my name
I've mastered the art and skill of this game
I'm livin the rap life, bops no doubt
I'll wave away those who stay for clout
I'll never forget the real ones and the OGs
Let's go on a tour, you can be the roadies
When people say gay, it means three things
It can mean happy, it can mean sappy, it can mean crappy
I'll play a bitch here on First Street
Run away before you catch some heat
Here I am spitting bars
Here you are, sitting behind bars
I'll be snorting coke
But you'll be drinkin coke
I'm winning in the game, don't ask questions
You're watching soaps like the Young and the Reckless
My rhymes aren't the best, don't always have good flow
But it's better than anything you can spit you little hoe
Be right back, I'm gonna fuck your sister
I fucked her hard, then I kissed her
Its like her room was hit by a twister
She's my mrs and I'm her mister

[Chorus: R.J. & Star Oden]
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray

[Verse 2: R.J.]
Like I said, I'll be canceled in ten years
But not I inject venom into your ears
The venom is propaganda of my music
You have a blunt in your hand, use it
I have my pen to sketch my last line
Pay attention to my next rhyme
You should have the time to listen to my drops
If you don't bang my songs I'll call the cops
Fucking your sister in our treehouse
I bust a fat nut all over her blouse
You're poppin balloons, I'm poppin cherries
I'm hittin' up Laura's, you're stuck with Larries
I'll fuck you senseless in your kitchen
If you don't want this dick you better stop bitchin
I can rhyme at ease with zero stress
But I'll give the haters a chance to confess
They long for my rhymes, hate for the clout
When I expose their game, they're gonna pout
I can buss a rhyme during a game of soccer
Imma pass the mic down to Dr. Shockr
He'll shock the crowd yet again
To all the fake fans, where ya been?
He's gonna shake the game with ERA ONE
My music's changed since Soaking in the Sun
We're like lightning, we'll strike you down
You must be scared, cuz now your pants are brown

[Chorus: R.J. & Star Oden]
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray

[Verse 3: Star Oden]
Ha, welcome to my clinic, little bitch
Last night it got so fuckin wild up in here, yeah
Me and ReRoze had an orgy
Fucking your auntie, little sister, and yo mama, ha
If that hurts, then there's that and much more
Tell me something, oh yeah, we back at it
Back at it like some motherfuckin smack addicts
We love stacking bars, bar stackas
Bar stacking havin ass
Wanna catch me live someday
We can meet and sign at Bicentennial Park
Just remember I'm a rager
So get out of here before it gets dark
Imma be the one to go hard and turn this into AstroWorld
Back on my old shit I was saying some random crazy ass things
Still I'm not formal, still I'll stay tippin on my H-Town vibe
Hold up, move, I've got the advance to collect
When and if you in my life, don't ask for much
All I want from my boys is just a little respect
It's like Aretha but it's also like Scott
Cuz it's all a vibe
You know shocker gettin live

[Chorus: R.J. & Star Oden]
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray
Wassup bitches, this is Baytown
Get the fuck up out our way
Listen to what we say
If you don't, then you better pray

[Sample]
Ah, so that's it. I'm guessing you guys are all students from the academy
Why did you do this? Revenge? A grudge? Nothing like that

[Verse 4: Dice $hades]
Killing every single rhyme
And you know it's really dumping
But I kill it like a stick dumping
On the microphone, I'm up to something
Everybody like really knows, killing every syllable
S so incredible, doper than like an edible
You know it's bumping, you know I'm up to something
Kill it like an ill assumption
On the microphone, you know it
Fe-fi-fo-fum, I'm just freestylin and killing it
Such a lyricst, blowin up like a failed experiment
On the microphone, it's just a testament
You best believe Dice Shades counting his blessing
More money then a treasure
That's just how really it be
On the microphone, you know, let it unload
Never really relaxing on the microphone
Just really killing it, such a lyricist
Arsonist, pyromaniac, every time, it gotta make sense
Everybody know it's like dice to the shades
Killing every single lyric every time
I really got to rhyme on the beat
That's just really how it really it gotta be
Like immortality, especially
When they try to start beef, especially
Like on the beat with my strategy
Y’all better know it’s Dice
I be making more hits exercise them
Like they were Poltergeist

[Outro]
No, nothing like that. I have a simpler motive. Experimentation and observation. That's all a true scientist cares about, and I am a scientist. Everything in the world is an experimental test subject. Of course, that includes myself as well