B-Ly & WillFake - Bob lyrics

[Hook] Bob-headed, snob habit Rub everyone's faces Stop nab it, hope that it wasn't gonna be repeated [Verse 1 : B-ly] If this guy makes a wish his dad was dead Brat, bald-headed, lustered hair Oh, there ain't no hair, just a moustache on there Insult, I take him with a grain of salt Hogwash, b**h, who needs s**uality? Teachin' no authority, yes Scott-jump on the field or slap me on the wrist I just stab him on the rear (Ouch!) Who's talking ‘bout religion? We don't need your damn old vision “ I don't know but in Christian, they said that if stray doesn't understand their ways, they call it “lost sheep” “ And Sir, do you pray while sleepin'? Accuse me that I was hoity-toity, you snotty big body Is there a mother lived alongside that street? I'd make a twist unexpectedly, irrelevant saga Who's actin' like gaga? I snipe his head through drive-by (Headshot!) Take a stick drum and used his a** to be the tabla (bla-bla-bla-bla) Compare to your ideology, fell a pratfall on a dummy Is that ingenious candy you chomp, that's yummy? Shake my hand to you, but you kick over me To do some flusterin' stints, eating dirts, crows Tryna hobnob to you, hope I can answer these questions To counter the hubbub, ain't you? [Hook] [Verse 2 : WillFake] Mr. Goddamn-Man-You-Need-A-Toupee Read the frickin' daily newspaper today f**in' fatherf**er, drowsy eyes that eyeballed pupil everyday Your fatherf**in' stint at the bottom of the totem pole sh**, occupation ain't clearly brief, afraid, but on the surface brave You are unemployed, better be an employee, can not afford ya fam Do nothin' at school, just talkin' twiddle-twaddle at school CP be victim, Novita gets your adlibs, they can't even move their lips About sh**, mark this, mark that, I don't care, Denmark? Landmark? You markerf**in' teacher, hey! Unimportant tasks you gave, what ya think? I can finish it, sh** In a baker's dozen days, no one can relate to your motherf**in' story, man Stop laborin' the point, you need to be joinin' political party, nope But I'ma be sightless of that, that motherf**in' formula that you make I don't give a motherf**in' f** ‘bout you jot Scribble indecipherable, jack-a-dandy like ya versuses the rebel, you can't Cigarette you smoke in front of the f**in' students Accomplished boy's so woeful ‘cause you told him he didn't have pops with a hand pointin' Nah, now I got the f**in' ads, it tells about another job you can change, so gay? Mac, go enrollin' yourself and get the f** out, b**h, I think it's better for ya, now dead! [Hook]