Ya'll know me still the same Coughee
just smoke trees, rhyme for free
Hated on by most of y'all
with no tracks just suck on deez
ya no talent, ya ass clowns
call me corporate i'll beat ya down
like the cleveland browns yall all frowns
I'm B-more bitch, I love my town
love the game, love the birds
get gully when I tweet like an N-Word
I'm a white boy, I keep it clean
Like Ayanbadejo support the queens
No Bulls shit, no Joakim
putting up more points than Kareem
Abdul Jabbar I'm a shooting star
the Pats play dirrty like Pine Tar
_Hope Tom got an ass Rash
Anna Welker ain't got no class
Hit Ray Rice with a screen pass
he light ya up like smoking grass
or light ya up like Steven Ridley
meet Bernard Karmell Pollard
going hard like F Yeah Diddy
to turbuelence, word (word)
Hey diddle diddle, Rice up the middle
Superbowl time, this ain't a riddle
cooking up tracks right off the griddle
Y'all a bunch pricks just ask Sizzle
we go to deep, Joe to Torrey
take it to the house, refinance
like John Wall to Brtadley Beal
for Slams that make them dance (Dance)

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Nowadays everybody wanna talk when the man start to pray
But nothin comes out when they move their lips
Just a buncha gibberish
ya muthafuckas act like ya forgot about Ray

Praise God the Lord is amazin'
Yours in Kai we hell Raisin
Psalm 91 go get ya gun
We got the Lord's fav'rite son
ain't blasphemy thats RG3
shit boy hows ya knee?
Haloti hit like Steez for 3
bitch know I drink COFFEE
cold and black, rewind it back
like Ursher, make that booty go thwack
say Jimmy, rewind it back
Know lil John make that booty go thwack
Har-bowl, Cain and Able
NFL films, RIP Steve Sabol
Deer Antlers read the label?
man I watch too much cable
and the radio, my brain's charred
read Mike Preston's report card
got Joey diggin' on retards?
Fuck it, I'm Purple Die Hard
the third one with a vengeance
Where's Tim Tebow need my pennance
God Ain't real no repentance
Next years O's will win the pennant
AJ and Wieters smash
Joey bout to make that cash
drop Kobe dimes likes Steve Nash
or Tickle skills with corn mash
Moonshine boys not Jim Tom
a jungle brawl like Vietnam
Sunday's storm and now its calm
hit Dan Dierdorf with a bomb!

Hook x2

So what do you say to somebody you hate (what)
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
lets resolve things in a bloodier way
Bitch study a tape of RAY RAY(Lewis)
Not that post game rub down
with Steve Biscotti poppin' wood
I'm talking old school
Eddie George hits am I understood
Stand up Ravens nation
and fuck the radio station
this ain't no family paradoy track
man that shit caused aggravation
no bring on Brady no fun nights
pass the green who got the light
going blind side for Ray last ride
just pass that box of chicken fried
from RoFo or North Ave
shit slams like Bron as a Cav
we faded like a 7 foot Mav
but ain't soft like a Carmelo Jab
West Baltimore, Wheelie Up
no hands on the bars both on the cup
liquor sippin, 4 wheel whippin
we take it to the top like Adolf Rupp
9ers ain't won shit since Montana
Knife a bitch like we in Atlanta
We gonna win the Louisana
take it to the bank like Susquehanna
Praise the Lord like a Gospel choir
we the champs when Ray retires
Jesus Saves but that's implied
We go out on Top on Ray's Last Ride