Lyrics Nothing - Denace

Oh, are you hearing this one? Are you hearing this one?
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)

I'm a monster on the beat, yeah, call it intercourse, I'm going in of course
Skip the doctor call the morgues, I'm killin swiftly come get me
You fuckers sickening to my stomach, I love it, you're nothing!
I'm sicker than vomit, I strap myself and I bomb it, I'm on it
I'm the real deal you're a strap on, come on kid
What you got against me? I sound like Em on the beat?
That's insignifacant son, try something newer with me
Shit, I knew I would be so dick hard in your thoughts
I'm fuckin your mind up, excuse me pardon my balls
Excuse me french, I'm just a little bit tense
You got my dick so hard I can pitch up a tent

What you got against me, huh? NOTHING
What are you supposed to be, huh? NOTHING
Wipe that smirk off your face
I kick snares, punch in bass, I'm a basket case
You're NOTHING

I'm Ross, sipping em out
Lick on my balls, bigger? My dick is a tall pillow
Ass like a pickup, big ups to your mama Jenna Shea
Ride my bicycle, Skylar Grey
Man I'm sicker than a dick with herpes
Slurpees, anyone thirsty? J-J-Jerk me til your nipples perky
I spit for surely, for sure I hit it early, come perk to me, you're nerdy
An ass like a stallion, she's in a Kentucky Derby
Oh wait a minute, that's some wack shit
Can I turn it back a tad bit?
No I can't, shit, dammit, I'm going ham, sandwich
Bring your friends so I can dance with
Maybe lay down with the pants ripped
Where the hell are your hands at?
Stand on this dick till you can't sit
Oh, Jack Daniels is off his rocker, too much vodka, an open knocker
Driving drunk with someone's daughter, he's going crazy, off the charter
No Lil here, no Mr. Carter, I cut it up like you're at the barber
It's Denace bitch, there is no other, go ahead, ask your mother

What you got against me, huh? NOTHING
What are you supposed to be, huh? NOTHING
Wipe that smirk off your face
I kick snares, punch in bass, I'm a basket case
You're NOTHING