Lyrics Roast Every One Of You - M Preskitt

Yeah... ayo. I don't wanna do it. But I might have to.

I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
But I'll roast every one of you
Mess with me
I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
I just wanna chill.
And smoke this grass
And steal yo girl

I'm hot like an oven
I'm burning up
I don't even got the Motherfucking Burner tucked
Because I, roll around
Tryna earn a buck
And if I ever make it in rap
I'll probably burn it up (yeah)
Because I
Don't know how to save
Don't know how to spend
Don't know how to vent
But I know how to pen
I know how to write
I dont have no friends
So I gotta know how to fight
And you motherfuckers
Looking at me
Like I'm a white knight
And I won't hit a bitch
And stick a dick in a slit
And wiggle the clit (ooh)
A little bit
And then, talk about it in a song
In front of your kid
And roll up to your mama
Like what up bitch
But fuck that shit
I do what I want
Roll up and call every bitch
In the Hooters a cunt
And yo the only tip you're getting
Is the one on my dick
And the only shit that I'm spitting
Is the shit that I writ
Myself
No help
No hoes
No belts
No plaques
No checks
No medals
But still
I feel like...

I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
But I'll roast every one of you
Mess with me
I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
I just wanna chill.
And smoke this grass
And steal yo girl

Fuck Ted Nugent
Motor city kiddy diddler
You made songs for golfers
And bluegrass fiddlers
Old ass rockstar
Looking like scrotum skin
You had one fucking hit
And even that song was shit
Fucking bitch
Anyone who wanna face me
Get in my face, homie you
Already dug a ditch
'Cause I'm ready to blow
And I'm always pissed
I'm ready to die right now, 'cause
Life is shit (take me)
So fuck making peace
You can suck my fist
And fall off of that high horse
Like a guy named Chris Reeve
Fuck peace
I'm looking for a chick with
A couple double d's
And a knack cheese
And if I rap for cheese
You can slap me please
'Cause I'm not in it for the cash
I'm in it to start beef
Yeah I'm in it to win it
But what the fucks that mean!?
A fat fucking band in
A Maybach Benz
With Katy Perry kissing a girl
In the backseat
Fuck yeah I mean
That would be tight
But I guess tonight
I might have to go
Not so kill
Not so fight
But I got no chill

I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
But I'll roast every one of you
Mess with me
I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
I just wanna chill.
And smoke this grass
And steal yo girl

I try so hard
So it won't be long
And I hope for my sake
That I won't be wrong
'Cause I spit the illest shit
Anyone ever put on
And if I don't blow up
I'm not just gonna be gone (never)
I'm gonna walk to the street
Get up on the bus
And shoot the motherfucking
Place up like everyone does
If I turn thirty and I'm not tryin' to
Stay still a millionaire
Then I'mma kill a millionaire
If you're not feeling my hair
Then I'm filling the air
With motherfucking bullets
Man the minute I pull it
I cock it
I rock it
I stand there
Socks to eye sockets
You think that I'm dry cocking it
Fuck that I'm wet
So's my flamethrower fuel
When I roast you like a jet
Blow through
Scrub bitches like a hoe
Goes through twenty men
Only I don't blow them
They sucking my dick
I'll roast every one in this place
Without breaking a sweat

I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
But I'll roast every one of you
Mess with me
I don't wanna make you
Look so bad
I don't wanna have to
Whoop yo ass
I just wanna chill.
And smoke this grass
And steal yo girl