Songtexte Foundation? - Whitenoise

Ugh!
Y'all know who the fuck this is
I'm rocking with Hedmac

Look
See I grew in the mud since I was just a boy
They like who this tatted white guy
Bitch it's Whitenoise
Try to step to me you gonna see you'll get destroyed
If I feel a threat on set them goons deploy
Out here making jugs, with the thugs, wielding slugs
Had a thirty year case it got put under the rug
Buzzing like a bug
Or some liquor I just chugged
Yeah I only hang with plugs that be really moving drugs
Smoking on that seaweed
Wishing you could be me
Fuck your mixtape I might snap in half your CD
Beat the pussy up so bad I caught a DV
In the laboratory breaking it down call me Dee Dee
On top of my game like I'm standing on a console
Think you in my circle but really on the outs though
If my dog gets killed we gonna act like John Wick
Like White Boy Rick but I ain't never been a snitch
Been up on my shit since a gram for a nick
Won't never catch me slipping if you really think your slick
Yeah my skin pale but I always will prevail
If you fuck with my squad we gonna blow holes like whales
Smashing females but won't give no details
Have your favorite rapper step to me I bet that he fails
Hanging with the big dogs like they Great Danes
I might catch a couple bodies then I throw out their remains
I just entertain and a little bit deranged
Flow from a new dimension
I ain't talking Dr. Strange
Put the T up on the map
You know your musics trash
My song slap because this is real rap
Like food stamps you know that I'm about to snap
I been getting higher then Doug Dimmadome's hat
Yeah I'm about to spaz, not talking about a shotgun
With what I said thus far, you know that you been outdone
Fucked a bitch in her snatch
And she got attached
Then I waved her ass away
But it's not a far catch
Put the forty to your face you can't drink it down the hatch
Then I put the stick to flame like I'm lighting up a match
Got a couple shooters and they always ride with
Like a Beyblade, they let it rip with one grip
Stay with the blick, might fire from the hip
They way they working that metal you would think they blacksmiths
Releasing frustrations
Cant fuck with these Caucasians
Tired of the ops trying to do investigations
Got a forty five that will leave an indentation
With a tingling sensation
Throughout the altercation
Let me tell you a story about a kid up on the north
That done hopped up off the porch with a swag you can't ignore
You don't know what's in store
Man I'm hotter then the core
If you disrespect me there gonna be some blood and gore.
Yeah I write my own songs, I do my own logos
I make my own website and edit my own photos
I'm a true artist
I'm just getting started
Wait til I debut
I'm a really hit the market