Chris Athens Masters, Austin, TX - Up To No Good lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Bars] Yeah, I'm up to no good Nerdy looking white boy I'm the kid that you beat up on the black top Think that you can talk smack on my YouTube 'Til I come and climb out your lap top Yeah, little internet bully He want the part, but he ain't committed yet fully He think he the sh** ‘cause he stick to the script But the twist is, Imma put a clip in that bully Uh, ain't it funny how the roles switch? Now that I'm getting money you're a broke b**h Thought that you could pull my card Then you're gonna have to Go Fish sh** ain't the same as in ‘06 See you can swing, but I won't flinch You'll get your throat slit You can't hang like the rope slipped Been a bad boy since the flow switched [Hook: Mike Bars] Yeah, I'm up to no good (x3) Flipped my whole style, I've been dope since Dirty, rotten, foul, foul Yeah I'm up to no good (x3) Dirty, rotten, foul, foul Ask the god down in Zone 6 Yeah I'm up to no good [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Yeah, p**y n***a, the bully's back Mack 10, Mack 11 and that b**h fully strapped Yeah, my mama missed me with that Plan B A nuisance to the block, the f**ing neighbors couldn't stand me Drugs in a cereal box in back of the pantry Sock full of Duracells, pow, I knock out your man's teeth I'm a narcissist, bullets pop out the cartridges Tear through your cartilage, turn you n***as to carca**es These rappers turn to b**hes, wearing women's clothes Murder opponents, dig a ditch and put you in the hole These n***as is squarer than f**ing Rubix Cubes Told your b**h to send me a few good nudes I snorkle in that p**y wearing scuba shoes You're aiming at the stars and the sky when you let the Ruger shoot Keep talking, I'll be up in your hood With a pack of angry n***as that be up to no good, b**h [Hook: Mike Bars] Yeah, I'm up to no good (x3) Dirty, rotten, foul, foul Yeah I'm up to no good (x3) Dirty, rotten, foul, foul Yeah I'm up to no good [Verse 3: Mike Bars] You f**ed up when you fell asleep See I'm the dude that you find in your nightmare Strap in, remember what happened on Elm Street? Deadly - who you think gave Freddy the idea? Yeah, I guess I'm a freak That must be why on Halloween Michael Myers go and dress up as me I heard your music, dog - it should be on Sesame Street I don't feel it... like the Ecstasy in my drink Y'all just chick flicks, no action You talk, but don't say sh**, closed caption Guess I'm old fashioned, I won't smack up a hoe But I'll whip these boys into shape, I'm Joe Jackson In High School, y'all was tryna' be slick Now every one of y'all is my riding my dick So the nerd in me got urges to murder you hoes verbally And give you all a third degree burn from the fire I spit God I'm a pain, but I'm hotter than flame I ought to be rottin' in Hell like I'm Sadam Hussein Get out of my brain - swerve, b**h, you're not in my lane This Treehouse Gang, hoe, my whole squad is insane So if you see me, don't act brave This ain't PG, it's Pee Wee in a matinee So um, just beat it And watch your lip, or it might get split like FV did Break ups happen, my ex had a rare obsession She said “I love you boo, but there's something I'm scared to mention When we're kissing, sometimes I pretend that you're Jarren Benton” So I grabbed her, and dragged her out by her hair extensions She was a heart breaker...up until Bars ate her But first I chained her up and I made her do hard labor Next I'm gonna carve up her ex with a sharp razor And leave him on a breathing machine like Darth Vader Okay, that's a bit much I'm actually a nice guy But I'll say anything for a quick buck See, all my sh** s**s I only rap just to laugh at how mad people get I'm a sick f** I don't even like blood, I'm a boss Y'all more hung up on that than Christ was on that cross But on some real sh**, if y'all don't stop with them Twitter memes I'll hit the k** switch and blow you all up to smithereens Just when the sh** seems peaceful I'll shoot you with two cannons 'Cause all of my clips need sequels f** boy, If you diss me I'll turn the tables Like a bus boy with a party of 16 People Yeah I'm raw with this and sicker than Saw victims When I'm spittin', the whole beat stops and the song listens An armed menace with bars who's dealing in large shipments Mike Bars merch and I ship it from long distance Dog and my squad's vicious, no topic is off limits If Nas spit this, y'all wouldn't be calling him God's witness My song lyrics are all gimmics, but I'm bored of gore f** horror core, I just do this for the goth b**hes