Salty Batteries (feat. Sir Hop)

I been madder than a motherfucker, badder than them other suckers I ain't bragging it's my savage that's been undiscovered I don't fuck with busters, Uncle Sams or no Uncle Ruckus Sandwich full of knuckles bet you buckle when i bust it, fuck it Lost my father, lost my mother, lost my brother Now i show em how to churn butter out of burning gutters Yea, last supper breaking bread with brethren Ain't a question who who is picking up the check and tipping extra 25 lighters on the dresser bring the pressure Don't wanna hear a word from a rapper unless it's "yessir" Yea, you can vet this, you should make a checklist I been on some next shit before this internet shit Doing shows for two drink tickets and a guest list Now my next shit is always gon' be my best shit It's like going tesla from a vespa from a death wish This that breath of fresh to death blessed shit, that's it Don't i make it sound like tragedy is fun I'm sorry if you mad at me i had to be the one The only strategy is get it done Taste like salty batteries on the tongue Don't i make it sound like tragedy is fun I'm sorry if you mad at me i had to be the one (had to do it) The only strategy is get it done (get to it) Taste like salty batteries on the tongue Lately I been feeling like I thrive in negativity But never in the fashion of a fuck boy Square up with every challenge like "what's up boy" Then knock it out in stunning fashion Stellar defeat, standing ten toes wit my heat Last L I seen, I moved a knight across the board Across the board they know Sir Hop deliver so many styles and Came through so many times to set this motherfucker proper Like a doctor on a broken nose bone, hold on In your city, all my gold on, getting chose on Told my money "get your roll on" I'm a Big Tymer sick rhymer and I be having but I am not behaving Steady juggin' plays until the day's end scale blazing This is not an image I don't play games not even a scrimmage But somehow I upped the score on you whores I cleaned house like Hop did chores Like Hop mopped floors down to the baseboards I had to do it Don't i make it sound like tragedy is fun I'm sorry if you mad at me, i had to be the one The only strategy is get it done Taste like salty batteries on the tongue Don't i make it sound like tragedy is fun I'm sorry if you mad at me, i had to be the one (had to do it) The only strategy is get it done (get to it) Taste like salty batteries on the tongue Salty batteries on the tongue Salty batteries on the tongue Salty batteries on the tongue Salty bad Everybody need a bad guy Quick to call em crazy from a padded room Always first to cry wolf while howling at the moon The weakest always be the loudest, always act a fool Always pots calling kettles black and know a rat or two I was passing through, KD threw the alley-oop Looking like some alley cats in all rally hats and battle boots This that transform tragedy with magic juice Sinners cast stones at glass homes, bitch it's shatter proof Ha, nah, nothing really matter, boo Taurus moon in a china shop, copping attitudes Smash glass, pay the tab, glad that approved Signing up to get this money like some class action suits Move, make my way through, though the path crowded What's some temporary struggle to long lasting mileage What's the point of the trouble if you can't laugh about it That ain't a ego that's a seatbelt, don't crash without it Don't i make it sound like tragedy is fun I'm sorry if you mad at me i had to be the one Only strategy is get it done Tastes like salty batteries on the tongue Don't i make it sound like tragedy is fun I'm sorry if you mad at me i had to be the one (had to do it) Only strategy is get it done (get to it) Tastes like salty batteries on the tongue Salty batteries on the tongue Salty batteries on the tongue Salty batteries on the tongue Salty bad