Buttatones - Battle lyrics

"I don't f** around...dummy..." You ain't a rapper when I'm done with you You'll cry yourself to sleep right there Cuz your nightmares are coming true I'ma f** with you on the corner smoking the ganja You there hoping for change like you voted Obama I am not your brother but I will co*k you mother The only reason you leaving here cuz I forgot the rubber Kidnap you quick it's the end of the f*ggots You's a hoe but you should know I'm 'bout to smack a b**h You 'bout as real as a magic trick performed by a mannequin The day I listen to you I'll follow laws of the Vatican You in a morgue if we battling, quit playing yourself The crowd knows keeping your mouth closed is great for your health So stay in your space or I'm breaking your face You can cut me in line, still ain't taking my place Cuz I'll run you over with the force of a bulldozer Stay out my lane, I make state troopers pull over "I don't f** around...dummy..." Write verse the second with expressions that boggle minds Words are weapons, two lines do you like a dollar sign And that's the bottom line, make your wifey swallow mine Then rob you blind, k** kids for talking sh** like Columbine You don't qualify for best rapper alive You even wacker than your cat, you got ?? by I'll probably laugh when you die, make your family cry When I k** you your pets are scared to stare in my eye Prepare for your try but you won't accomplish sh** Throw you in a bottomless pit off the top of a cliff I'll bring apocalypse, doing pot when I spit So say you God's gift get burnt with pot in the spliff You're not gonna live much longer like you're last and under Should of thrown you away and kept the afterbirth This is the master's work while displaying ma**ive worth Turn the planet's surface back to just gra** and dirt "I don't f** around...dummy..." You can't feature on the song, this a no biter track You're a garbage artist, even your ghost-writers wack The day you're ill's the day I check a flow writer rap There's no place left for waste on this whole entire map Uninspired and tired to hear you the greatest ever I'll let you think what you want, I won't debate it never Til I run up on you punch your face, take your cheddar Back talking to cops does not make it better Whatever you clown, but the fact that makes it worse Who you try to be every time you try to lay your verse How you got the balls and nerve to even say those words When you know it in your heart you run with the gayest herds Fronting like an emcee, take your head on a rival Used to have enemies til I deaded my rivals I'm stacking it all up, 'bout to take the next title While you f*ggots still rock for love like Bret Michaels "I don't f** around...dummy..."