01.07.2014
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[Intro]
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes, you know why
You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be
You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
[Verse 1]
I’m a box cutter, verbal hot knife through warm butter
Say what I want to say to your face and I will not stutter
Wasn’t raised like you fucker, fear just makes your heart flutter
Bet you hid behind the aprons strings of both your grandmothers
Soft brothers growing up the fluffy way stayed on the porch
Never had to go to war you never had to hold a torch
You should not mistake the songs I make bout being rational
To think somehow that’s stopping me from running up and smacking you
No I don’t believe that little front you’re always putting up (nah)
Plus I don’t believe that past you stunt because you’re baby butt
Can you find one witness to confirm your former gangster status
A criminal record, a pistol that you ever blasted
I rip through plastic bastards used to give them muzzle flashes
Watch what you say cause when you see me then it’s boots to asses
Nobody’s laughing best prepare yourself for warfare
Your punk ass bluffing only busting shots up in the air
[Chorus] (x2)
I think its about time I made a few things clear
Cause I'm tired of all the buzzing I be hearing in my ear
Don't give a fuck about your feelings or the ones you hold dear
If you push me I'm a redefine what all y'all fear
Not the one for you to sleep on
Plot on or creep on
I will show up at your house
That's me knocking, so be warned
Don't make me turn this shit up, cause all y'all clowns
Same way you fucking step up, you can all fall down
[Verse 2]
A lot of these cats is pompous asses
For no reason writing checks that their ass can’t cash in
So I’m determined that I’ll never ever help a chump out
Because you never can be sure what’s coming out a chump’s mouth
I built my own shit (mine)
With the help of only a chosen few
Grab opportunities cause that’s what I’m supposed to do
Imagine my surprise to have to hear these punks whine
I’m over 20 years older than them but still in my prime
So what the fucks the deal? (what is it?)
No commitment this shit just can’t be real
If I believed in karma I would say they fate was sealed
All about my business my children can be my witness
I’m grinding to make it happen, not dealing with fucking nit wits
And none of that fucking simple shit that they could ever say
Could measure up to all the work I put in ev-e-ry day
So when I see that disrespectful shit I'm parting your wig
A grown man got no time to play with nobody’s kids
[Chorus]
I think its about time I made a few things clear
Cause I'm tired of all the buzzing I be hearing in my ear
Don't give a fuck about your feelings or the ones you hold dear
If you push me I'm a redefine what all y'all fear
Not the one for you to sleep on
Plot on or creep on
I will show up at your house
That's me knocking, so be warned
Don't make me turn this shit up, cause all y'all clowns
Same way you fucking step up, you can all fall down
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