Lyrics




Yo, it's a fact (Yes), I dream of violently stabbin' (Yeah)
With an axe, I dream of mindless re-heckin' (I do)
My elevator don't go to the top floor
I know what a broomstick is but I don't know what a mop's for (No)
I put bullets in your bulletin so you never post that bull again
Eat flesh 'til I'm full again
First you wanted to be Jadakiss
Now I think you wanna be Beyoncé '
Cause you wanna give Jay a kiss (Faggot)
So stop ridin' dick, come up with your own shit
Be like Celph Titled, have original style ownership (Uh-huh)
Swing nunchucks at dumb fucks
Pull back the bow on the arrow, send foes to they peril (Yeah)
Saw a ho bitch, fucked her with a glow stick (Bitch)
Left my pubic hairs floatin' in a soap dish (Haha)
Add guided missiles, call me a guidance counselor
Step to the god, you'll die, that's the outcome
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
Yo, I'm sick of you fuckboy pop music fans dammit (Dammit)
My brain scans get brain damage
Absolutely terrible, impossible to be managed (Uh)
Y'all must have lowered your standards
To not realize you're dealin' with the man with (What?)
Knives and forks, on weekends you wear biker shorts
Your label ain't backin' you, let's put you on life support
Flip pies like an acrobatic mathematician
Fuck a Jamaican chick on some cabbage-stabbin' shit (Fuck her)
Homie I'm sick, continuous like a Möbius strip (And?)
And y'all just some Fruity Pebbles on my grocery list (Damn)
Burger King got Whoppers, McDonald's got Big Macs
I'm robbin' Checkers for Big Bufords with my six-shooter (Pow)
I got a bank for a crib, a house for a bathroom (Mm-hmm)
A skank is a bitch with a mouth for a vacuum (Yes)
Breakin' out the bed if you front tonight
Stuff a lamp down your throat, how '
Bout y'all try to eat somethin' like that
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"
"Blahzay blah, come through your block and open fire"



Writer(s): Cary Ryan Barlowe, Katie Stevens, Paul Charles Digiovanni Copyright: Paulywood Music, Universal Music Corp., Spirit Catalogue Holdings S.a.r.l., Spirit Catalogue Holdings, S.a.r.l., Castle Bound Music


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