Verse One:
I can't pursue my love, I'm too busy puking blood
I can't improve my buzz every last brew I chug
Can't even go into the booth, I just blew it up
What should I do? Boo hoo, I could use a hug
Where's that new Peru girl with the huge jugs?
She subdues dudes when her body moves in the club
A few begrudge, who the f** are you to judge?
Like all he raps about is getting head and doing d**!
A bit repetitive, could credit it to sedatives
His rhetoric is relevant, even if you don't get it, b**h
No etiquette like I was way past the second hit
She ain't set to lick it in the whip? Then f**ing step on it!
Forget the chick, time to call up the connect with piff
If he's being sketchy, prick, time to smoke that resin sh**
This is the truth that I hold to be self-evident
Collective sentiment, its GuTii for president
Chorus:
All these people think that they know me
But they ain't gotta clue what it is they rocking to
I'll continue to spit 'til they O.D
This ain't no auto-tune, this for those who popping shrooms
Until I flip the script and they all see
That they're illogical for propping these obnoxious fools
I'll just twist a spliff and act salty
It's hard to profit from these Hip Hop market tools
Verse Two:
This ineptness has wrecked this objective
No swinging necklace, just seven exes who think I'm s**ist
I spit asbestos mixed with f**ing lead chips
You think that I'm just subjective? You kids have a d**h wish
Music was always second, now it's time to accept it
Put all the time I invested to show 'em I'm not to be messed with
And only those who can test it can attest it
Lyrics are suggestive
If you skeptics wanna test it, get a prep kit
You stepped to f**ing septic and there's no disinfectant
You thinking it's a blessing, what if this wasn't destined
What about all of the times I could of been arrested?
Someone trying to send a message
Hey GuTii! f**ing finish records!
Instead I'm misdirected, finishing the Gin for breakfast
I'm with the kids for mix their Ritalin with Nesquik
Should hit up Kid Eclectic, acidic for my next hit
Naw, forget this, I guess my gift is still neglected
Chorus
Verse Three:
Even his f**ing love wonders if he can spit
You're with boyfriend number two, I'm with girlfriend number six
Here comes the pitch, the last one I swung and miss
But now I think that I can hit it like a ton of bricks
So find your loved ones, provide them stun guns
Tell them be advised, I'm the guy you run from
A conundrum, there's no reply, they're stumped, son
Too much rum, opium, I've become numb
No longer on the marijuana got me feeling somber
Can't focus on this genre, there's too many prima donnas
My mind already wanders, where it's gone and why it wanders?
I'm getting calmer but ponder if you really want to rile him
Yellow biel, I'm no longer smiling, I'm violent
Hostile, bringing out that side again
Can't hide it then, it's Leviathan, I f**ing diet 'em
But if you think it's worthwhile, maybe you f**ers should try it then!
Chorus