Klepto

[Verse 1] It's your boy, so go home boy Back to your crib, unemployed While I play like a little boy And get paid, major, don't dennoy You're loving, the way I make noise Playing with my MPC toys Back off of me, cause you think you're hard you're all soft to me Your beats, they sound a little off to me I don't nod my head, just look at you awkwardly You should just rip the ears off of me Cause I don't lie, I can take a shit openly That's whack, put it back Even Angelo was better than that I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like (Strat!) [Hook] I'ma let you know what I'm about You ain't about shit I'm about to take the MPC out of your fucking house I'ma let you know what I'm about And you ain't about shit And I'm about to take the MPC out of your fucking house [Verse 2] And it's all too silly, to me They take it too sincerely I'm jack tripping all, so don't you get near me or 3's a company dog Quit playing Mr. Philly, huh? Without a doubt, I turn it out, ... all about Exile's in the fucking house... you will know what's up Shit Exile's fucking nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling dresses up So I can reveal what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up I'm extra tough, plus I'm extra nuts I got 4 balls 2 dicks and 3 sluts One for the cunt, one for the butt One to juggle 3 balls, the one that's left you could suck [Hook] I'ma let you know what I'm about Apparently you ain't about shit To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth I'ma let you know what I'm about And you ain't about shit So I'm about To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth [Verse 3] Get it out, it doesn't belong there In your face, I put my arms there Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare I'm like, everybody get out, it's gonna blow, get out of here That's the only way your shit's gonna blow unless it blows like it sucks It does though so I guess you blow bro You better go home listen to my demo in slow mo Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting I be boasting broads in the motherfucking sushi that's still alive in the ocean Haters talk shit but still rewind, like oh shit Exile's whack but still he's the dopest Beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist Heater's hot like, "He's smoking this mic tell Cherry inhale and start choking bitch" But really I'm not joking this Me with a gift that ticks, open it [Hook] I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about Shit, so I'm about, to take the turn tables out your fucking house I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about Shit, so I'm about, to take all your equipment out your fucking house