"All Caps No Spaces" lyrics - JPEGMAFIA

[Intro:]
Yo
Aight

Money talks, niggas walk
Young Reagan, I'll be damned if I take a loss
I cut it up, I ship it off
Young vet, I triple debt, I'm never wrong
Bitch nigga, I'm the bad man, the bad man
Made a mil' from the acting, the acting
Where the stats? I put crack on spreadsheets
I wish a bitch nigga would try forget me
I said I'm JPEGMAFIA, all caps no spaces
You coons be catching feelings, my niggas catch cases
I open hand slap a closed-minded nigga face in
Wish a nigga wood like a tree at the base end
I root for the home team, ran for the bases
Niggas wanna be white, go and get a face-lift
You don't dapwell, we can't chill, yo, Das Racist
Rapping is my hobby
I am not an artist, I'm a ghost in a black body
Roll deep, white Caddy with a black shotty
Looking for that bitch nigga Hopsin in the lobby, like, damn
Shout out to the 'burbs
And all my niggas spitting fast to hide they shitty words, yo
One thing on my mind I can't figure?
Is why every rapper Shady influence is a bitch nigga
Fucker

[Interlude]

Yeah
Any of you bitch ass trust fund kids come fucking near me
Y'all niggas dead..
Fuck outta here

[Refrain:]
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
Fuck nigga

[Hook 1:]
Oh shit, bitch it's lit! Got a four-fifth
Aim it your head
Make an emo nigga slit his fucking wrists
I'm the man, and I got Stans
Fuck Eminem, I put that on the Qu'ran
Pussy nigga ran, pussy nigga ran
I'ma get your momma hit, make you understand
Post it on the gram, I'm the new Cam
Crackers want beef? I don't even like Spam
Damn

[Refrain:]
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
Fucker
Stay inside, nigga
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
Lil' nigga

[Hook 2:]
Heard you like Pantera
Bitch, not me!
Heard you like Burzum
Bitch, not me!
Heard you bumpin' Rolling Stones
Pussy nigga, please!
You play that shit around me
I'ma put your ass to sleep
You fucking fascist creep
I'm neo-Nazi chic
Got guns under arms and I'm aiming at elites
I heard you fucking metalheads looking for some beats
I wish Varg would come to B'more, we gon' see
Fucker

[Interlude]

Fuck outta here man
You talk shit
You gon' get your fucking cranium cracked open, you pussy
Fuck outta here

[Refrain:]
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight (fuck nigga)

[Outro:]
I ain't never heard something... so...
Yo...
What the fuck was that shit you just played for me, yo?
Nah, for real, what the fuck was that shit? Nah
I ain't wanna hear that shit again I gotta, yo, what?
That shit was so hard
Yo...
I don't even know where I'm at right now..
I'm on Planet Mafia and shit
Shit ridiculous in these headphones
Ri-DICULOUS in these headphones