Henry Lee Rudolph Jr. - f** Off lyrics

[Verse I: 1/2-E] He k** it with half his attention With half his potential 1/2-E in general Could name him several Terrible artists, won't get off his genitals So why am I in this mother f**ing trap With all of these parakeets That repeat what they had told them to speak? I don't know Something that you on Something to chew on Getting that salad no croutons You need fun coupons So get your a** back on them phones Dig deep in that ledger Find me some gold You ain't a slave, but b**h do as your told And maybe I'll break you a piece of your soul [Bridge: 1/2-E] Tell your boss to f** off (x4) [Verse II: 1/2-E] I'm just an animal Wait and go cannibal Camera casual Cooking this cancerous Look at the flick of the wrist When he's whipping it's k**ing the capitalists 1/2-E the anarchist, k** all the rich f** this damn job, I don't need this bullsh** I went to college, but it ain't mean sh** This n***a f**ed regardless what he did [Chorus: 1/2-E] Can't tell me to calm the f** down (x4) We in debt up to our ears Can't tell me to calm the f** down Why in the f** do you think that I'm here Can't tell me to calm the f** down Did you think I wanted this for career Can't tell me to calm the f** down America lied to us, they telling you to sit still Can't tell me to calm the f** down [Verse III: Atheist] The spotlight gonna act like A battery pack when I rippity rap Rippity rap? Ripping the track f** your slang I'm reverting it back King of the wack slang Feeling the back pain Carrying every last one of you I'm holding it down, and I'm holding it up I do squats with the scene, what you wanna do? What you oughta do Call your mama dude Cause my dogs are bigger than Marmaduke What a rhymer do, when he get an attitude And mad at you? He get the middle finger till he showing gratitude Sick of every platitude Party in the avenues Dude what you do? Did what I had to do Doing what I'm doing House of Lewis stay moving And I'm great at my job, shout out to my boss [Bridge] [Verse IV: Blox] I work at a call center to pay my bills You probably been here So you know how it feels Like call after call, I forget how to feel Like when my mom told me that Santa's not real Wish I had a magical lantern To light up the void in my mind that my life has became There's a hole in my heart That gets f**ed like a stripper Who traded her soul for c**aine in exchange While her son sits at home, babysit by her Mom While she out s**ing dick for her Uncle named Tom And she gotta pay the rent, so I let her go down But I don't think she knows Depicted as a serial k**er Named Kaymen that came in With a saber like Kylo Ren I masked my pen like Mileena And unlike Katana I could give a f** about fans I'm sick of the rappers not even a chart Hungry as f** and give penny for thought Rich in my spirit, but what was the cause if the soul I was given is owned by my boss? I'm laying curled up in the fetal position Was ripped out of heaven, my wing are still missing You're idle a Jesus, but f** every Christian Why pray to a god that don't even listen I am no longer the dream that I stand for Concrete ideas, now heat on the wax floor Breaks in my work I do lines off the dashboard f** it, I quit b**h [Chorus]