El-P - Bullet Proof lyrics

[Intro:] I'm on some sh** (sh**)...watch what you do (do)... Who ya do it with (with)...who ya do it to (to)... I'm on some sh** (sh**)...watch what you do (do)... Who ya... (yo...dNA) [Verse 1:] Yooo I don't give a f** what you think of me What you think of my life, b**h What you think about what I think about? *Chik-chik-a-POW* - takin your life, b**h Flicker like a lightswitch, oh... Giving me the evil eye Watchin me to see if I even try Big Brother with the eagle eye CCTV on live, everybody tryna read between my lines Compromised police read me my rights See me as guilty 'fore I'm even tried Now, my big homie, that's Judge Mahoney She throws me in jail for like nuthin I guess a break-and-enter ain't nuthin, but still It ain't like I'm violent, hijacking pilots You could track the mileage, I'm real (real) Tryna think what I did to attract the vilest I'm Baskin-Robbins, I'm chill (chill) What the f**'s your problem, no f**s to give Unless you brought a condom I'll fill (fill) All these first-cla** citizens Goin' on about fittin' in Only thing I care about fittin' in is a Large or XL (L) I got some sh** I wanna run past these fools And I'm on my peaceful P's and Q's Until you light up my fuse, so, y'know... Two-zero-one-oh, moved back for the summer Lookin' like someone from "Gummo" A son of a son-of-a-b**h With a gun in your ribs, you just dunno... ...what up, f**-o? [Chorus:] I'm on some sh**, so watch what you do Who you do it with, who you do it to Cuz somebody's watchin' on ya (ya) Yeeah, somebody watchin', and they got AK's, Kevlar, frag grenades that go BOOM C4, claymores, no one's bulletproof No, ain't nobody bulletproof, no (I'll let a bullet be the proof) [Verse 2:] Giving you truth, fact Matter fact MORE than that, cuz I'm sick of this dumb sh** New Brunswick's got a fungus Called Miramichi, where I'm from, b**h And everybody gotta get in my business All mouth in a small town Y'all clowns, waitin' for me to fall down But never knowing whether or not you on my sh**-list And your biscuits'll get burnt Don't risk it, you'll get learnt Cuz a muthaf**a vicious and he gifted Take a listen and get turnt Sean Price took me to Boot Camp The Game took me to Church ScHoolboy took me to Hoover Street And then Ferg took me to Work (Puttin' in work) Jerks all in my face They the ones' got me feelin' so bummy Job board says "Encorp" And then John Doran's stealing my money (my money) And for real, it really ain't funny Nothing but chamomile in my tummy Sippin' on camel milk and thinkin' how good a Ham sam would feel in my belly [Chorus:] (2x) I'm on some sh**, so watch what you do Who you do it with, who you do it to Cuz somebody's watchin' on ya (ya) Yeeah, somebody watchin', and they got AK's, Kevlar, frag grenades that go BOOM C4, claymores, no one's bulletproof No, ain't nobody bulletproof, no (I'll let a bullet be the proof) (Work)