Chorus: I'm out for Presidents to represent me*3
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
(Repeat)

Verse 1: I kill tracks, mutilate emcees
N***as so wack, don't even know his ABCs
Rap some weak shit, and wanna make these Gs
I hear a wack album, I break CDs
I'm not the type to sit back and let life pass me by
I'm non violent but I wanna be a happy guy
Life's a bitch, and too bad I have to accept it
Talent I'm blessed with, no choice but to wreck shit
I'm bout to send you wack rappers a deadly message
Anthrax on that ass and I'm not the one to mess with
My bars, did you catch it?
I gotta Killer state of mind and where I'm from it gets hectic(Texas)
Keep flowing nobody can stop me
I'm not on a label, so nobody can drop me
I'm an ill spitter, maybe the greatest of all time
Wanna make big bread not on no small dime
I'm way ahead of you n***as, headed to the finish line
And I'll be damn if I let you n***as stop me from getting mine
All you haters hate to see a n***a shine
But these bars will be relevant until the end of time
Keep going , man, I wish I can quit
If you say I'm wack, get off my dick
Cause all the shit I'm spitting is sick
And if you think you better than me, that's ridiculous, bitch

Chorus: I'm out for Presidents to represent me*3
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
(Repeat)

Verse 2: Tripping over dead presidents, Texas is what I represent
You say you rap hood but don't rap intelligent
You n***as suck ass and it's evident
Do anything to stay on top like you relevant
Club music bumping in the trunk like an elephant
Underground n***a with commercial elements
I ain't fucking with you n***as like a bitch that's celabite
Live life to the fullest, and kill tracks for the hell of it
I'm smelling shit, it's just the garbage rappers
If I wrote a book of rhymes, it be the longest chapter
N***as dead, like the name of the song is after
You think I'm wack cause I'm too nice, you n***as got it backwards
I got dead presidents to represent me
You impressed the way I'm wrecking this beat
A dope rapper is what I'm destined to be
Hope and pray, I don't end up dead in the street
Now let's get back to the topic
If your mixtape is wack, why did you drop it?
What n***a in his right mind, will try to cop it
If I was in yo head, I would tell yo ass to stop it
I spent half my life tryna master the craft
And when I did, I got everybody after my ass
Nowadays, the only thing that matters is swag
And they say dope rhyming patterns are bad
Chorus: I'm out for Presidents to represent me*3
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
(Repeat)