Lyrics

Check this punchline fest, you suckers hit the deck I'll uppercut your clique, I'll cut their frigging neck This ain't nothing but utter disrespect I'm cussing at you like a motherfucking trucker with Tourette like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you", ain't nothing you can do I'm punching through your crew, punch a punk through the roof You just a bunch of squares, a bunch of Rubik's Cubes I'm rapping circles round you fools like a fucking hula-hoop When I insult you, don't you dare reply I'm dope, I know 'cause my homies never lie Emcees try bite me, but can't flow as well as I That's why everywhere I go, I hold my head up high I don't write 'bout the life that I don't really know That's why I write bout treating your wifey like a silly hoe I rhymes right in her ear, slide inside her kitty slow Your dime rides my balls like a Miley Cyrus video Hoes love me now they know that I rap These bitches snap pictures with me and they pose in my lap But don't act like you know me, notify that I'm big-headed like Pharrell in his oversized hat I ain't that rapper whose fat chain flashes, but my chat game mastered I attract dames and tap they asses They come and see us and they bat they lashes They give brain to bouncers for backstage passes I travel first class, sip champagne glasses So I'll die like a champ the day the damn plane crashes Mixing pain-tablets and brews and have me a snooze I'ma control-freak, I'll die how I actually choose (choose) The day I pass, dress me in a Tuxedo Wish me luck people, God'll be like fuck me though He wants me to shovel shit, since I've done evil And he'll reincarnate me into a fucking dung beetle (what, what)
Writer(s): Pierre Scarland, Alban Bernad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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