Bad Half Entertainment - Savages lyrics

[Intro Sample] Dramatic video of a Detroit gas station shooting leads to the arrest of two people, including the woman seen opening fire Simon Shaykhet is live downtown to... [Verse 1] I'm barbaric to the f** tards I don't compare to the subpar I'm here to see to it the mourning show It's your funeral for your mom, plus your pa I'm on the Russ Parr thus far, to us stars This is just us rock, use a n***a guts for the guitars (put it on) They getting bodied by an old n***a Tell them n***a's their baby mamas tryin' to roll with us I send it back, 'til you mentally raped Trying to cut carbs, doing the bu*t to DeBarge Fly n***a mayday, tryna touch Mars Tryna get a payday like a nut bar Tryna get my own island, f** cars I'm without a bus card, living in demise The record label pimpin' him, cause the raps he be givin' 'em He can actually deliver them and make a Motherf**in' ribbon in the sky I guess I'm just a specimen with the literacy, special ability I'm characteristically raised, for everything still paid for Embarra**ed n***as like Kimbo with the steel cage flow No time to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers Now I'm insured by the street, now my stint paid for Stickin with the papers Sticking to any sh** that I say, bro This is the Vince Staples I clearly only target the bosses Whenever we arrive at your office I definitely body your authors I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction About it and cautious, a product of losses Living modest, dealing with problems That the cars in his closet is costing n***as hearts turn into jelly the second that they have to part with their celly Live life behind real bars They don't know what it feels like to have a real fight At night in the dark with your celly Never take advice from the jealous Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie You still gotta stand by him like you Omelly The white girl got you bugging out like Liza Minnelli My car's on fire, the tires Pirelli I'm Martin and Eddie Searching for Taral Hicks Not to give her a baby, but to put a life in her belly I'm barbaric with the nine and all Am I in everybody's top 5? Not at all You could find a n***a name in the ladies room On a lot of walls, topic of vagina monologues I write a lot of bars, that's why I'm poppin' like an adderall I'm duplicated, motive out of Mars If you could take the beef home with you You could make a goat out of ours If you can take the bars and the rhymes home you can make a soap out of ours These are breaks you had to be casted Fatality to flattery flaccid You bleed blood, I leak battery acid There's no wrath that you can accurately battle me after I'm that great After Adam and Eve ate the apple I evaporated, came back a cadaver You can't a**a**inate me Name: abracadabra Guns is named Latimer Got the little kids doing dirty things in the hood for me I ain't talking about the same as the Vatican If it ain't immaculate it ain't adequate I heard your dog switching genders, ain't that a b**h Banana clip on an automatic, take that and split This that lyrical, acrobatic, straight savage sh** [Interlude] Straight savage sh** Straight savage sh** Ant Man what's up Let's go get these n***as [Verse 2] The whole hip hop game need a rap lift Surgery to the trolls and the catfish Say my name five times, I'm showing up to your home To your computer room and your blow up little mattress In the big black whip Let your b**h lick my dick sack five times and take her to Saks Fifth Everything I say is like an 8th in a transit And just waiting to wrap you in plastic for a rapper to come and take it and spastically pa** away She f**ing with you She definitely could fake an orgasm She f**ing with me She definitely could take a giraffe dick And I'm just hustling like I'm at a cabaret Straight savage Anywhere I'm goin' land is the exit If it ain't lavish I'm my own man like Stedman I took my life into my own hands same way I take matters Listening to Coltrane on average With a no name bad b**h Took her to my home, laid it down on the table In powder same way c**aine gathers Oops, I mean pounded her You can either get down with us Or let the ground come up and get you like Hank Gathers n***as think they've seen the things that I've seen Just cause we on Instagram in the same gla**es Just cause we in the YSL same jacket Doesn't mean that we're cut from the same fabric What the f**, is you high as hell? You know nothing about the iron in the tire well All you know about is the obvious sh** Like Kanye riffing or what? He'll probably yell And I bet you probably one of the old creeps helping Kylie Jenner little body sell Mermaids, water, good diver sk**s Sandwiches in the Desert with a side of mayo Transcriptions in the present got a lot of mail Still getting money off the books like Galileo I'm in the Panamera listening to Pantera The b**h with me, sipping on caberna and >???< I keep a narcotic in the car by the teaspoon I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo I got to roll with a gat in the back I get pulled over and they ask who I am Oh, because the accent is black? I tell them I'mma poet cause it's a dead giveaway That I'm much more than just a Cat in the Hat I be laughing at your guys while laughing at you If you ask who I am n***a, I'm laughing at that I'm a bullseye for time to laugh and attack Kiss my a** and after that I put your a** in the crack Speaking of crack rock, my pocket line with that You could step on my pocket and break your momma back Every weapon of pound I got is Floyd Mayweather Doing a movie definitely ready to counter act Got your b**h jumping 'round on the boat Looking like when flounder flap And it ain't because she found a map We savages If your b**h with us and you call her and she tell you that she tied up She might be literally bound and gagged I'm sick, I'm sick and permanent Like the doctor opened me up and found a mask Close me up, left inside of me an ounce of hash I exercise for dumbbells hanging onto the gun rail While I'm pressing up piles of cash