[intro]
150 man
Ha ha, you mother f**ers
[Verse 1]
You best sit with your hands up
I got a weapon as big as my damn nuts
Bigger than Randy Marsh when he gave himself testicular cancer
And I'm about to get arrested for the banter
I'm a joint in your steak that you ain't hacking a part
Because it's so f**ing tough you thought the cow had an adamantium heart
Word play? I stand and deliver
Ever since I was in the studio Adam ant was in bruh
I told you I'm bringing them bars back
And your f**ing giggles are dead to me like a sitcom laugh track
Who's feeling co*ky?
I gotta flip for every rapper mother f**er Bruce Lee would copy
For all the people thinking mixing doesn't deserve love
Get a set of ears, real eyes realize this is work son
And I can smell the blood of the defenseless
Taste the flesh as I lung neck and
And if results in an orgasm I know they've come to there senses
It's kinda ironic Ill put everything on a horse to prevent me from jumping the fences
One day I was having fun with this Tetris
When this autistic shared his tequila with me
I shared my blunt and my Nesquik
I skipping lunch and my breakfast
So I guess I'm getting drunk with this peasant
It was going great until this c*nt was just flexing
Telling me how he can Bench press, pfft called him a retard
But under the circumstances that was somewhat offensive
That's what happens in graveyard when your bunning the best sh**
And spastics know I bun weed
So that must mean that this mother f**ers lungs are a sess pit
But that stoner life is not for you
I went downstairs to get a drink and f**ing got some food
Yeah I haven't got a f**ing clue
I don't wanna be drinking with this idiot
But today Brendan I guess I'm stuck with you
[Chorus]
It's lunchtime b**h, and I'm chilling with Brendan
We've got sides of f** you, steak grilled to perfection
Were all gonna die before we sign our pensions
So I'ma enjoy my lunch time with Brendan x2
[Verse 2]
You must be having a f**ing sargasm
I got em scared when I see em but I just laugh at em
I wouldn't let you bond with me if you were Sean Connery
And he was holding on to sciences last atom
I've had split these personalities since I was quantum sized
I see stars merge in galaxies turning off my eyes
And this is the sh** friends talk about
The type sh** only Brendan talks about
150 man
We talk about out ex's and how there materialistic s*uts
And how he's gonna murder his cause that's realistic as f**
And when your walking through a door and your hearing it shut
Brendan's closed it you dickhead delirious f**
And I'm quoting Ezekiel every time I flow written's
I'm so sick that if you say my paper ain't real
You'll get popped for saying that puplp's fiction
It's a dictionary with no diction
A dick with no restriction
Ripping the rubbing off it
This dick is so dangerous it's got a muzzle on it
I dropped if from deep space to k** people
You saw murder comet
I murder comments and burn the competition
I'm literally nuclear fission from the roof to your kitchen
Raps my house, I'll be squatting until your moving your sh** friend
Get you stuff, go and gather it b**h
Before I drop Kid's track saying all you local rappers are sh**
That's A warning I'm not even f**ing high
In fact We all getting sober, so see you all on the other side
Your mouths walking laps b**h, I'm running mine
[Chorus]
[Outro]
150 man
Gozibe 2014, Twivee
The Problem Child, coming December
You mother f**ers, ha ha, ah