House Shoes - BRKFST lyrics

[Intro: Fonz-E Mak] I'm at the crib watching Bob's Burgers Bored and its Sunday, so twitter serving a purpose Lookin at my timeline, all I see is clowns And the other half is freaks , this sh** is more like a circus I'm sick I need six thick nurses I leave insecure n***as nervous Thats why the sh** they speak I dont trust it Aw f** it, tell em two things lick dick, bu*t kiss In that order , pause no bear hands Since 16 been rippin beats with my bare hands Thats why you couldn't beat me with a fair chance Standing six feet, hair nappy in a pair of vans Was out in south west with the syndicate When all together fun as f** is what it tend to get Rental car whipping going hard on some Bender sh** No Futurama , this the blueprint to future rhymers My bars weigh a ton , get a fork lift I'm riding in that '84 ford with them forces White like Hercules horse is n***a so cold that the snow should endorse this Me and you are like day and night You might shine but you still not half as bright You only mean off lean well you can have a Sprite And some jolly ranchers n***a you good, back to the stanzas Im on dirt like an umpire I mean I had to strike back like the empire Thats why a n***a spittin venom like a cobra bite Hungry on his grind stomach sounding like motor bike Or more like a dragon in the dungeon Im good rapper than a gunman So for those who talk sh** I brought the gum man Whole team working, group tape still coming n***a Mak back with them mad raps, stand back sh**'ll get you sick like some saran wrap anthrax First tape was filled with some cold beats and facts Fun fact, we bout to be on South beach and Fax Whoa n***a Slow yo, role n***a Why the f** you acting like its still '04 n***a All the sh** you hearing now is real, homegrown n***a Blacked for a minute, now im back in my zone with it I'm from the city hidden in wind From the suburbs to the city n***as gettin it in Man these chicks be so saditty when they hang with they friends Then you cut em off , now they a** is taking offense, uh No sleep got me low eyed n***a Last words from this nappy haired , four eyed n***a Hands swinging is the only way to go out n***a Stop flexin, why the f** you gotta show out n***a Its the one that raps well... [Outro] Lets get some Maxwells' , I'm hungry n***a