Текст песни Child's Play - Spike , Dmb

Down on my luck
Found out I suck
Got fat issues in need of a tummy tuck
Who do I trust
No one I must
Rely upon myself
Everybody else can get fucked
Lately I've been a bit bothered
Adults are acting like toddlers
Still talking that high school drama
Not me Hakuna Matata
I ain't worried about your problems
If you're on mine
Get up off em
I don't need nobody else
You ain't gonna hold me hostage
Helping me then expecting a favor
Hasta la Vista see ya later
You ain't a friend just an imitator
Backstabbing is in your nature
Lie to my face I ain't gon thank ya
Wipe yo face take off the make up
That mask doesn't make you Jason
I see what your made of
Lately I've been contemplating
Does my life need rearranging
All I ever say is maybe
Ok I'm procrastinating
It's a problem I'm tryna change it
But I don't have any patience
ADD no medication
Time to change the conversation
You don't wanna catch me
With a bad attitude
You don't know me well enough
Cause I be the type of dude
To break bad just like Heisenberg
Killing nouns adjectives and verbs
Making something you haven't heard
Take some notes and maybe you'll learn
Who gave you a mic
To rap on it I don't hear nothing
Claim to be the best
You're never part of the discussion
You say that you're hungry
I don't hear your stomach rumbling
You don't have my appetite
My hunger makes the storms have thunder
Bout to snap at any moment
Thunder claps your final warning
When I rap it's so explosive
Hands up for the son of Odin
Rollin like a locomotive
Poppin like a shook up soda
Maybe now you'll finally notice
Don't put baby in the corner

Down on my luck
Found out I suck
Got fat issues in need of a tummy tuck
I'm an arsonist
Whipping in a fire truck
Spraying gas all around me
Despicable like Daffy Duck
Don't treat me like an alien
See I'm not a Martian
But I will be marching to be with you beautiful Ms. Martin
Time for us to get started
My habits can be hard to stop
Chances are
You'll be caught hard like you're in an arm bar from Rhonda
My coffee's laced with Bailey's
I'm swerving in a Mercedes
I put my babies on her face
I call that shit a play date
I feel like it's Christmas or maybe even my birthday
I'm trying to fuck all these bitches lined out on the dessert tray
My circle's so small that shit look a period
120 in the left lane
But my car I ain't steering it
I just wanna rhyme but they expect Mr. Lyricist
You're working overtime at McDonald's
For that quarter raise
I'm setting hundreds up in blaze
And my checks I'll still be clearing it
With even more zero's than binary code
Created a new style from some new and some old
Some jazz trap soul rock n roll
J Cole you know I'm gold
You're praising for a following
That shit don't mean nothing
I gained a thousand fans
Just cause I was mean mugging
Someone in front of a Dunkin Donut's
While they're yelling at me
Cause I'm cheefing something
Bitch shut the fuck up
I'm tryna hear what my speakers bumping
Thunder clap's your final warning
I'm psycho my jumpsuit's orange
Stab this beat right in the thorax
Don't speak for me you're not the Lorax
Don't worry you'll get your karma
Write you right into a pine box
I'll ignite the mic see I'm hot
Don't put baby in the corner

I'm an original step child
Red headed
I'm sick of the way you playground
You done did it
I'm putting my feelings to rest now
Oh petty
Cause I am a battery
Running on gravity
Killing the enemy using my energy
Frenemy Frenemy
Keeping and sweeping your secrets are leaking
Feeding and greeding the heart of the hopers
And jokers that may never see the tree
Of the seed they planted
Rip off the bandage
Tuck my feelings under my nuts
And tell myself to shut the fuck up you'll manage
I used to hate the fact that I was born red
Carrot top bowl cut bullshit
Teacher says I suck at math
Doc says more meds
I got my good enough degree
And told the whole world to suck it
So can't you tell
I got no soul to sell
So sorry Charlie
My blood type is oh well
Loddie Doddie
No more taking me for weak though
I'm taking Tai Kwan Do
So I can kick a man to sleep hoe

Yeah
I ain't on that hoe shit
These rappers think they know shit
I just let em talk but I'm no bitch
But bitch I'm sick like Covid
Gotta grind down while they filed up
Gotta big whip and big stacks to
Lack not when I pass off when I write down what I rap too
Gotta act cool like a class clown like I jock raps in the classroom
But I'm back at it like a crack addict with a bad habit so I had to
I don't flex chains just rap nice
Murder beats did that twice
I'm gods son but a holy sinner
Drink a Bloody Mary get baptized
That's real
Yeah
Cause I been on the road
I think bout life and flashy cameras wild out at my shows
I got this rapping shot on lock to easy I been on my own
They love to hear bout what I preach I'm teaching lessons in my songs
Look
I just had to switch the flow up
Come back on the beat then blow up
Lemme get one more verse when I pour up
Get drunk then fuck the show up
My gas tanks on E
I'm driving nowhere to go
Got diamonds all on my neck
And in high like I'm flying coach
I got a bad bitch beside me
She's riding ain't gotta license
I take her back to my place and we drunk until I start flying
I got 1 too many problems
99 I acknowledge
Are bitches that want my clout off a record I never showed em
Look uh see life been slow but moving fast
Hop in a whip and do the dash
I'm tryna get my money right
But lately that's too much to ask
My flow so heavy you can't hold it
Lifting weights can't help you move the skills That I've been holding
This shits no joke I killed a beat then showed it
And they don't wanna run a track with rev I bodied that the records broken
Rev