B.K. - Uncivilized Misfits lyrics

[Intro] (A-Game) What happens when 1/3 of Mental Ward 1/3 of Skrewz Loose And the Murder Scene Queen hop on a track? You got some Uncivilized Misfits, b*tch! [Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game) Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up I don't be givin' a f**, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up (BACK THE fu*k UP!) We on that sick sh**, Uncivilized Misfits You be on that b**h sh**, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x2) [Verse 1] (Bk Alonzi) You ain't gon' like me - and that's fine and dandy Abruptly enter your house with a mask on, bag in my hand with thoughts of offin' yo' family You can't understand what I'm speaking language barriers Ears can't comprehend each words that are leaving my mouth, grab a pad & pen and take notes, little playa! You just a servant boy, runnin' errands like a b**h Bullsh** a**, weak a** tracks, you ain't runnin' sh** for sh** s** a dick, I don't even like you with yo' face like that Maybe a baseball cap, but no fitted - ain't you even know what that Rape Musick is?! Ain't it so obvious?! That it won't happen If I do what I do with the rappin, and keep them bodies stackin' No one can touch us, Lyssa gon' tell you You just can't f** with A-Game, or Bk, or the Murder Queen we'll dis spell of you I just can't tell if you, don't grasp the concept of it I heard that song, what was it? Aw, f** I ain't heard nothin' That's right I'm an a**hole, and proud of it no doubt of it Cause when I open my mouth, there's no tellin' what comes out of it [Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game) Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up I don't be givin' a f**, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up (BACK THE fu*k UP!) We on that sick sh**, Uncivilized Misfits You be on that b**h sh**, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x2) [Verse 2] (A-Game) Everybody runnin' round like they know me... but you don't know a damn thing fo sho, see We outrap all these wack cats, k**in' competition when we spit it and you knowin' that it is slowly Hah! You ain't sh** but a phony, yeah I said it s** a dick b**h blow me Go and get nosy, we goin' harder than a coke head with a nosebleed you ain't gonna top how we flow If you don't know, now ya know we be k**in' sh** we deliver the sh** to make you think Martial Law is imminent You rappers SOUND like a "Wicked sh**" (A BIG DOOK!) In case it's somethin' that you didn't get! (Ha!) My flow's pneumonia sick, you're common cold type sh** Ya already know that we holdin' it down for my n***a Low C and my homie Stitchez With Big K and Lyssa Cer - your end is near Every fake rapper tryna' make it? They can disappear And make like a vibrator... f** off's what I'm tryin' to say You talk sh** but in face-to-face contact, you backpeddlin' and hidin' away And that's funny to me, and I guess funny to you? k** yourself with a gun or a noose I'm 1/3 of that new group Skrewz Loose, if you want it then you better make a move It's A-Game and the KYP from the 813 to the 313 And we blaze on trees and we murk these beats, then we let it cycle repeatedly! [Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game) Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up I don't be givin' a f**, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up (BACK THE fu*k UP!) We on that sick sh**, Uncivilized Misfits You be on that b**h sh**, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x2) [Verse 3] (Lyssa Cer) Toasted, posted waiting for my opportunity, bringing d**h by postal Most of you know, we stealing the show just like [?] segregating people This ain't ego this straight [?], instinctual drives order me to rise! Call me the [?] disobedience to the unjust state of the - Underground, no surprise! The flames are low, but the stakes are high We addin' the gas we throwing the match we burnin' you down nothing but ash Just dust and debris, we pneumonia, you a sneeze b**h please we the kings and queen Of the mountain you're crawlin' on your knees our wounds on our backs, yours on display for All to see, no mystery, wanna watch you bleed for your misdeeds [?] remove your brain from its' stem on your mind we feed, see right through, you're as fake as can be No chance of a [?] for every lie [?] I'm melting you down like bu*ter on toast You'll play host to my depravity, leave you moaning, off ya then I'm a ghost [Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game) Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up I don't be givin' a f**, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up (BACK THE fu*k UP!) We on that sick sh**, Uncivilized Misfits You be on that b**h sh**, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x4)