Filthy Buck 50

Alarms sound off whenever I step in

'Cause my light skin hides my melanin like a concealed weapon

I was born of race-mixing, which used to be illegal

But my ass is so American I can keister a bald eagle

And I’ll have all your brains splatter with this release

Even Black Lives Matter will scream “Call the police!”

Someone murdered the rap game and I’m the prime suspect

But it wasn’t a crime of passion because I wasn’t in love yet

Committing lyrical destruction makes my heart pound

And I declare sanctuary in the sound of the underground

I’ll have the police going in circles like they’re in Nascar

And have the charges dropped like the MOAB in Nangarhar