Top Shelf

[Intro] [x2] Shut your mother-fucking mouth up [x3] Shut the fuck up, girl; shut the fuck up, girl [Verse 1] Yeah, I hear you've been spitting shit about me My girl's been relaying it back to me and I gotta tell you, man I'm not happy You better watch your back, seriously Because I'm getting my Glock and I'm gonna find you easily Blow your brains all over the block And stray dogs lick them up hungrily Enjoy your last days on Earth before your only friend is dirt In a two-by-two metre wooden box in a suit and shirt That your mom picked out while she was sobbing a lot And she'll know she's all alone, on her own now All in that big, lonely house Maybe I'll pop round; pay her my respects Offer to stick around a bit After a couple weeks, force myself sexually on her Cause she'll be mourning for ya: her emotions will be so raw-a She'll need me to take her; cum in her, on her Then I'll leave her wet and to cry, so don't disrespect my honour Cause I'll get you back ten times worser [Hook] So why don't you just shut the fuck up, girl Cause I ain't interested in none of your shit no more So shut the fuck up, man Cause I ain't interested in none of your shit no more So shut the fuck up, everyone Cause I ain't interested in none of your shit no more So shut the fuck up, yeah Shut the fuck up [Verse 2] All these bastards on my back, preying like vultures Too attached: can't be dealing with that Need to give them a slap to put them back in their place Remind them that it's not okay: that I'm the boss these days Sometimes have to cut their face Watch them bleed; hear them plead See them contemplate; make them regret their play They need to know that that's the way: the way that it has to be It's a way for me to stay on top and never drop Normally, my guys' respected a lot And act appropriately afterwards; only require the reminder But bitches I've acquired leave much more to be desired No matter how much pain I cause 'em They still somehow think that they're admired And it makes me so tired. I hate that it's a must For me to take these drastic, dramatic, traumatic steps further I have to kill them in private with a revolver Always use the one that I sold to her Why can't the hoes just stick to using the oven burner? Thought they were born to cook and nurture But all they do is torture with they berzerkness And all this does a damn good job but piss me off To the point where I'm blowing my top; hitting them to make them stop Thinking of ways to make the sex real rough So in court, it looks like involuntary manslaughter When they die from being hogtied and strangled As my mangled cock cums in their eye But I really wanna know do they really think though That I'm gonna stay with them forever Or whether I ever cared about them or never did, do or will But they still are convinced Think that I'm gonna have them living in my houses Have them as the mothers of my daughters. All guys would support us When I say eat junk, snort crunk and fuck bitches today Cause everything works itself out some way [Hook] [Verse 3] So remember, whoever you are: keep your mouth shut when you're around me Cause I ain't interested in your opinion, homie You're all just phonies spitting crap that you call rap I could dream that while I'm under the influence You're such a boring piece of spunk. You think that you're a punk? With your reaction to violence, you may as well be a monk I get in fights with everybody; even my clients: I'm very defiant When I'm angry, I'm like a cross between Muhammad Ali and a rottweiler, you see So I hope for your sake, you don't fuck with me Cause I'll cut you so badly that you'll be so disabled Or easily able to fit in a Dyson so forget it, son Forget it, hun. Forget it, mum: I've won And I put myself first: high up on the top shelf Cause I am in first place in this race Of pleasing the people's music taste Never to come down; no-one or nothing will change me now Cause I've worked so hard to get here, so I'm never gonna move out [Hook] [Outro] (All my life, I've been considered as the worst) (Lying to my mother... even stealing out her purse)