Your Boy for Life
"Burnin' Up the Canvas"
OH YOU DONE fu*kED UP NOW!
That's it, it's over now
SIR YERR SEASON HAS RETURNED!
[Verse 1]
Yo, Let's get right to the facts, if you know me go "yerrr, where you at?"
You don't know me, better get you a map and then holla back god
Catch me on the boulevard, reppin' Queens
Mad hard in some fitted jeans spittin' 16's
I'm nasty a** wicked
I'll punch a hole in your stomach, rip out your gallbladder and play hackey-sack with it
f** a paralytic
I lift a wheelchair up and throw it at you with your f**ing grandfather in it
Viciously I'm physically able to split
Your body in perfect symmetry, if you mention me
Thinking you the hottest?
You'd stand a better chance beating Kirstie Alley in a Hot Dog Eating Contest
Yo, you think you can spit?
I beat the f**ing sh** out of you with a piece of your rib
Repeatedly over your chest til it's wide open
Then I blow weed in your lungs to test for second-hand smoking
[Hook]
Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?)
Now pick up the pieces, what do you got?
I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!
[Verse 2]
f**ing with my new flow
Barry Bonds a motherf**er out to Pluto
The type of sh** I get myself in, wouldn't you know?
I think about it every time I f** a new hoe
Wait! When I walk up in the spot motherf**ers give me dap and love
When I walk up in the club they like what's up?
When I go, give a pound, gotta big crowd all around
Spit a flow, do a round, and you know it's going down
No doubt, now what the hell you talking about?
Heavy in a Chevy I'm burning up the Pirelli's
Come out and show me what you all about
Battle at the cemetery where the motherf**ers get buried, b**h
[Hook]
Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?)
Now pick up the pieces, what do you got?
I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!
[Verse 3]
Never thought I'd be here, never thought I'd see clear
Let me hear that bullsh**, spit it in my ear, one time-one time
And it be so hard, so hard but no complaining
Maintaining the wake and bake, what you believe in is fake
I'm a 5'11, 155 pound heavyweight
Vanilla Silverback gorilla ape on this mixtape
I'll battle anywhere
And beat the sh** out of you in front of your daughter, ejaculate on her teddy bear
You wanna bring the drama?
You're better off snapping a photo of a Yeti sodomizing a Chupacabra
I'm a boss, yes
And I live my life like the numbers 2 and 3 in Spanish cause I dos tres (don't stress)
I be on 71st Continental in a rental
Puffing governmental, playing heavy metal
Plain to see I'm doing my thang b
Gang be Q-Crew and I'm the man G
[Hook]
Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?)
Now pick up the pieces, what do you got?
I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!