Hunter - T.O.F.W. lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm the man yo, I'm untamed like Rambo Unchanged like Django, insane I can go You think I'm spitting too fast? No You're living too dam slow, innocent a**hole I heard you been saying that I have no ammo You must have been so obnoxious, you pulled a double Van Gogh I'm the kind of rapper you can't clone, brought up by big brother Royce Since i been a boy, Boom been my ring-tone If your head has a bounty, we're bound to come after you With our brown Ts, dressing in camo You ain't hit the courts, we'll make sure you hit the sandstone Dress you up and tear your dam clothes, til you end up Looking like rag dolls I'd rather smell the roses without watching the gra** grow While I'm getting traction I'll be there writing a rap song While I'm getting ready in the dresser Preparing for my next smash show [Hook] You saying I ain't real? (Turn off for what?!) You saying I ain't sk**ed? (Turn off for what?!) You saying I ain't this; you saying I ain't that; you saying I ain't ill? (Turn off for what?!) You saying I ain't hot? (Turn off for what?!) You saying I ain't fly? (Turn off for what?!) You saying I ain't sick, you saying I ain't crack, you saying I ain't live? (Turn off for what?!) [Verse 2] Stuck in my ways, y'all are stuck in haze Y'all a puck, I'm a crazed player with his hockey stick and a hunger for rage Yeah, you ain't used to being put in your place Now you're looking around, stuttering for something to say (I- I- I- I- I-) Hunter is the cousin of pain, yeah There couldn't be another more one-sided debate I see that people tend to forget that luck is a plain word When people say they s**, they find another to blame Oh it ain't my fault Sean (oh god!) got lucky with 'Ye (huh!) Who got luck with Jay (it's ya boy!), who was luckily funded by Dame and Biggs And was lucky he had songs made with BIG (aw!) Who was lucky he got shot to acquire his fame Yeah he sure is lucky stuck in a grave He doesn't ever have to put up with the bullsh** you done come up with today You just probably bitter 'cause you went on Twitter And hounded your favorite spitter to listen to ya and he wasn't amazed [Hook] [Verse 3] My lyrics'll have you stop in your tracks Have you try as accurately as you can rewinding it back Constantly playing a cat-and-mouse game between your fingers And whatever comes out of my mouth, it's all in your hands I've never been a comedy man But see when it comes to rap, I come as hard as they can If you had to draw a comparison to understand Of hip-hop, I'm the Anders, Blake, Carl and DeMamp Toss 'em in a cauldron broth with some ham Boil it at 180 degrees and toss it again Keep stirring for an hour and a half Plate it up with some seasoning and top it off with a laugh I used to be a dominos fan I always to loved to see how many would fall in its path with my one small flick Knocking 'em back, and since My actions never stopped making such in impact [Hook] [Verse 4] My Tyler Durden side's emerging, I feel a fire burning I feel my wires curving, Hyde and Jekyll type of merging I'm not this kind of person, I'm not a vile vermin I'm just style searching, help me please, the clock is turning My heart is hurting, regardless my mind is certain That's usually my entire determinant for my aversions When I'm around people nice and perfect, I get nervous Faster than they gave the life banishment to Donald Sterling I prefer a psycho type of character like Herman Hermann From The Simpsons always lurking, people find unnerving Like a hermit who's stayed inside of his house for thirty consecutive years With a smile permanently cut internally from the inside of his cheek pertruding upwards Further in line with his nostrils horizontally since he was a child learning That watching your daddy strike his wife is a life-long burden That makes you take nothing seriously in life but murder [Hook] X2