D. Lynch - f** With Me lyrics

[Verse 1: D. Lynch] I take a step back Dressed in all black I'm this and I'm that Come with pistols and bats Take another puff Come lift me off to space This the kind of sh** To leave you numb In the face Man im sick of this place Y'all got paper to chase They rolling up the block Y'all better duck and brace Theres a beast in the streets Get the f** out the way Time to be a man Ain't no one saving you Today But thats the game That they play b**h i ain't Beggin to stay Pay me today Or you ain't Never see rayz Pop another bottle Pour another shot Mix it with some pot Or you're all getting shot The fire never burns out If i taste defeat b**h I'm the reason The sun never sleeps Thought you figured me out f*ggot you read me wrong Stick to the greed You based your Whole f**in album on [Verse 2: D. Lynch] Me? I got a mother f**in d**h wish Shoot myself In the head With the gun 2Pac was k**ed with I serve your a** up Something like a chef b**h you eating Your own mother f**ing Words for breakfast Y'all think I'm stupid (nah) I'm just playing a long I ain't never spitting To your wack a** song Yo dude bro Please don't get me wrong Imma lay this verse Write after i pack this bong I bet you sing another tune When i smack your moms Been sitting for months It don't take that long I guess I'm out of touch Cause if y'all so straight laced Then i can have an orgasm Keeping a straight face k** me to shut me up I won't never be through Who the f** is you Playing dude? You don't think i got People who love me too? Im d. lynch b**h Who da f** are you?! [Verse 3: D. Lynch] Broken up a fetus jumped in gla** I was stuck in the mattress like a bunch of cash What you seem to know last I would know first The gift is knowing this sh** is a curse The worst of the regime feeding your children to the machine through the screen If you're lucky you made it out as a teen Every million only one will attempt to k** the queen 99% will gather pollen for the team That's like sipping champagne from a f**ing canteen I tried not to lose it but this new world i ordered is so lucid Like Christ came back cause I got new music To say you either hate or love it I got a face you want to shoot or do a portrait of it You lay it all out on the table at the morgue so f** it Still burning flowers not an ounce of guilt Shall be the whole of law to do what thou wilt