BrandUn DeShay - What's So f**ing Funny lyrics

[Chorus (2x): brandUn DeShay] If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it If you ain't hip to relate, best to get with it, with it They think I'm lost, but they really don't know I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O) [Verse 1: brandUn DeShay] They say actions speak louder than words, they don't hear me, though That's why I won't be happy 'til I'm like stereo Everywhere he go, they be like, ''There he go!'' BrandUn DeShay on the mic, so here we go No time for the losers, we all-stars And ain't nobody on the bench, dog, we all start About as peaceful as a hippie, but I'll spark I'm serious, dog, I'm in my prime like the Allspark And where'd they show y'all get y'all videos, Cost Mart? Them girls sitting on the grill like a Ballpark A bunch of n***as in packs like baseball cards Tricked out cars trying to ball in front of Walmart I'm sorry, I'm just not an acronym-o k**ing tracks in a Fascist fashion, that's my M.O Fly like the interceptor [?] Deny it like the interception you hear in N.O [Chorus (2x): brandUn Deshay] [Verse 2: brandUn DeShay] Right now, I ain't ish, but I'll be the ish So though I ate ish, you'll still eat ish You're soon, so be quick, don't eat turds Instead, eat your own words like hors d'oevres Get it? Yes sir, I'm the best man like your best friend I'm in the air like kegstand Grounded like kickstand, no bull like S there I'm a beast like the blue X-Men Check your claim if you claim it I murdered the beat with no stainless Shoot, I just hopped on the track, I'm so aimless Haters try to pay me no mind, they're so brainless Dangerous wack rhymers, that five, seven, eight, nine, and teenagers, space rhymers Showtime the headliner, flow speed redliner The old soul crate digging like the gold miner New jack, coolest cat you've seen since the snow tiger [Chorus (2x): brandUn DeShay] [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] B, what's happening? n***a f** rapping I'm in cell 1 and 2 because I'm considering trapping 3 or 4 with some overweight groupies And a food stamp n***a and a motherf**ing hoopdy But truthfully, I'm hungry, these rappers is lunchmeat I laugh at AIDS victims, cold heart, f** heat f** school, do d**, holes with no magnum, k** everyone in the industry And drag them to the florist by the end of the chorus, so they can be alive in case My f**ing verse is boring, ba** in the stairs Stock sh** like a share, I'm a virus Having great dreams of f**ing Miley Cyrus b**hes, I bag them, jeans, I sag them 7, 8, y'all don't lay them straight, your n***a is f*g them 9, 10, I'm a motherf**ing sin Turn this sh** off before I say... Amen [Chorus (2x): brandUn DeShay] [Outro: brandUn DeShay (Tyler, The Creator)] BrandUn DeShay Tyler, The Creator 16-Bit meets Odd Future (yep) I mean, we really gotta stop meeting like this, Ty (I got you, my n***a) It's not even fair to the world (Come on, man, we just made a cla**ic) From now until forever (Forever)