DatGhostDough - Lord Help Us.MP3 lyrics

See the funny thing about y'all talkin' Is I already k**ed ya Already took the f**ing blade And stuck it all the way through ya Smashed your everglade Like my name is Godzilla Man f** the media f** the Wikipedia When you're at wits end That sh** is only feedin' ya If you a real Backpacker Then pack like the Packers And you can be a multitasker Still right in the rafters Like we never coming down We just sick of the laughter Ways to run you down That's what they run after Waves to gun you down So you better run faster Starving to run this town Happily ever after You actors You Slackers You ragtag Back Trackers Don't got a pretty face Eyes like a teen's pants That is a metaphor for baggy I got an awkward stance But my attitude Superior Look into awkward eyes I could stare right through you Don't even need to try I know stupid people when I see them It's literally a gift But I'll admit I'm a bomb Do not get me pissed Back to Packers with Aaron Rodgers Calm with a pinch Like a soggy Elliot Rodgers In parking with my dodger Ready to rush you like the Chargers Armies out and about And they tryin' to starve us Y'all took you dignity And threw it out the window Like I'm ‘posed to be scared Of a little white skittle Like my team gonna lose To some Malcolm in the Middle Sure you solved the problem But where is the solution Without the solution We can't sign a constitution Without a constitution You can't be Confucian Contemplatin' and waitin' Whole team gonna bug ya Once you start hatin' We aim for the jugula' Once we pa** you The ground will be huggin' ya I just keep talkin' Listen to me ramble Hunt you through the jungle Like my first names Rambo If I had my team We would be dressed in camo Lookin' like a bush All dressed in flannel f** that X-Factor sh** What they sayin' on panel It's all rejection Just change your channel Sometimes I hear em say What goes around, comes around But when I go around All I see is bums around Not here to confuse ya Not here to lose ya If I tried I could break you Yeah so screw ya Parties without y'all That's sh**s a Hallelujah Look more sh**heads Hey how ya do ya? All I hear is the "The plug" But what the f** is it good for You walk around smug That's boot stains on your wood floor The ideal hustlin' That violates all you stood for Get a job and do bustlin' Why you sayin' hood for? More hood in a sweater What the f** you good for? I.D.G.T W.T.F.U I don't get tired Who the f** is you? I'm all wired You must be wifi Y'all get disconnected I just watch time fly Ain't unplugging me I'm in my high tide Stickin' the plug in your a** Y'all just need some chargin' Come back at maybe half past You won't be so lethargic Raid y'all compound You Osama bin laden This ain't a diss It's the keys to a garden Fits on fits happen Stay away from the spouse I'll ask again What's this sh** about? Options options options There's so many options Can't tell if I'm writin' Or just spittin' out lightnin' Nothing but whimsical That sh** is frightnin'