Brandon Joyce - No Smoking in the House Remix lyrics

(No smoking in the house No smoking in the house There's no smoking in the house So would you please put it out) I'm a common rapper but without the confident factor I feel like I'm forcing this sh** like putting on a condom backward I'm not a natural. My flow is all fillers and implants And you can hear it like you hear people running in wind pants And I'm as douchey as Equinox. I should eat a sock Recently cum inside of by a co*k through a pizza box You thinking I don't got what it takes and you could be right But I'm the kind of sh** in the game you can never fully wipe To break away and make some waves I need some nasal spray I pay to play and people actually want me to break a leg It ain't okay, I lay awake, delaying fate I'm a temporary artist you throw away like a paper plate A paperweight would be the best use of my sh**ty album I've barely made a dime and what I've put in's in the thousands But who the f** is counting? My cerebellum's a bird crumb My testicles are pure scum. Go f**ing grab your gun Shot shot shot like Mario, brother of Luigi My references are old and my vertebrae creaky Man I'm a chicken never written a word of graffiti And on my bike I can only pop a third of a wheelie A scaredy-cat with a hairy back who can barely rap Who packed a strawberry snack for battle and then got carried back. I'm bringing bag pipers to rap cyphers wearing glengarry caps and drew out a cemetery map where I should be buried at I'm very wack. What I lack is a f**ing point of view Everyone I love said I s** and their disappointed too It's why I got no fans and have always avoided crews All I do is look at girls on the sites they're exploited through I'm an authentic poser. I pretend my ear is a pencil holder Or act like I'm relaxed as a Venice stoner, a mental roamer Really I'm tense and sober. I'm clenching molars My potential lower than you think just tell me when it's over I can't believe I'm even grabbing this mic I f** it up for everyone just trying to have a good night It's like you're with your friends on a Friday Drinking to Wax and Herbs Then go get tacos and crash and k** all your pa**engers Open your aperture. Be a seat buckle fastener Unless you're capable of constructing a flux capacitor I'm the biggest downer that planet earth has around her My flavor is terrible as the turkey burger at the counter I couldn't get you to feel me if I was your cli*oris You wouldn't give me batteries if my microphone cordless And plus my dick is similar to the nose of a swordfish I'm going round and round nowhere it's just the way I orbit I've never seen the forest for the trees I focus on I load up on a bunch of crappy rhymes and never wrote a song I'm never getting noticed mom unless I mail POTUS a bong No smoking in the White House after dawn I'm into protein shakes and having bowling dates My skin's a moley paste and I like Colbie Caillat I should eat a bowl of grenades turn into bolognaise And pray there ain't a way for my soul to escape I am totally fake. I should go to a lake And try to swim across under water while holding a weight While wearing roller skates. Or stick my face in a mower blade Or put on a cape and run and superman off the golden gate Bridge. Then be the dinner of a mauling squid Or be the victim of a falling fridge Or get the sh** beat out of me by appalling kids Or get my skin melted off by scalding jizz I'm not a whiz. I'm not the brightest of finger nail polishes Every time I try to use toothpaste I swallow it Guess I'm an idiot knuckleheaded Neanderthal But compared to me you s** dandruff balls You got some cold hard facts to face You should have a crowbarred-plastered face Blow hard basket case, no heart plastic waste, no bars after eight You're the result of a Mozart bathroom break You think you're fire like the Duraflame matches You're a pervy, lame, batsh**, birdbrain catfish Herpes inflamed a** with a dirt stained mattress Compared to you I'm doing some Cirque du Soleil backflips You're a chode sniffer, toe picker gold digger, troll figure Up your bu*thole sticker, horse sized loaf pincher Go figure you're a snizzle. I'm a whole blizzard I pitch no hitters. You pitch slow swimmers There ain't a bo*ers chance in a cold river That you could flow sicker, it's why you have grown bitter You're a quitter. You'll never keep up with this lightening bolt spitter. I've got the magic of a old wizard You are the biggest of b**hes I've seen in my life And I'm being polite. You are the type that has no might You need ghostwriters just to even the fight I take the flight that eagles like You bite the way that beagles might Drop the beans and rice or pizza slice and I will feed you light Sorry you don't fit your jeans. Reality don't fit your dreams Everything you say is stale. Swish around some Mr. Clean Thing about your future is whatever you've been picturing Isn't right unless you've pictured armpits that you're licking clean You are the opposite of adorable lemurs You're a bunch of unavoidable wieners in deplorable beamers I wish that you would swallow toilet bowl cleaner You're a horrible singer and not metaphorical either I'm astonished. You need to be honest. You're not iconic That undefeated hat that you wear is ironic. It's f**ing comical I wouldn't like your lyrics if they came with liquor I would rather pop a painful an*l volcano blister Than here you f**ing paint a picture. I am an ankle twister The way I dribble around your a**. See how my angles differ? I switch it up to keep it fresher than lemonade stands You sounding like you might hyperventilate, man I'm fun like trampolines. You're fun like treadmills I'm like eating tangerines. You're like eating breast milk Your mamas was lead filled, so you should have tests done Cuz if you're not mentally damaged you should be less dumb You're music is lifeless, you're unruly and righteous I bet you'd cut your dick off to give coochie to ISIS You're a groupie. You work at Hooli. I kick it with Pied Piper You're a brogrammer. I'm a morning, noon, and night writer As far as new rappers, I just like one of em There's nothing that I'm running from Hear my f**ing hunger come All your plans have come undone. You should get an entourage Stand on the promenade and rap because you ain't got a job I'm crossing seven seas. You crossing letter T's You look like you're special needs. You are in a separate league I am Farah Fawset, b**h, you are Farah Abraham If we had to be a Farah that is what I'm saying, man I think your head is vacant, damn, I think your spine is bacon Cuz if I ever patted you on the back you would cave in I think I need a hit of whatever anyone blazin No smoking in the house except on occasion Ya'll little like dwarf teapots Every track me and Roxy drop is hot biotch Ya'll small like Chris Paul And bring crumbs to the table like an apple crisp involved