DJ Hoppa - Don't Cut For Bieber lyrics

Don't f** it up, like this beat isn't on top of me I already started so there's no way that you're stopping me Please isn't a magic word. It's like I'm Buu you're Babidi And I'll just rape the beat without giving it apologies Claiming you're the sh** and knock them out with your aroma If your verses knock them out, my verses knock them in a coma You say that you're Superman, you're just a boy and ain't a soldier Cause you're not brave enough for this world, you need some soma Thinking it's a holiday, you're just left comatose and You say that you always ball, but you're no Amber Rose and It cost to ball hard, and I'm not bowling kosher So you vomit on a track, well this ain't a roller-coaster So you don't spit, you vomit? I two girls and one cup it Like Giovanna to her tampons, all of your raps can s** it I can make you all look lazy like the eyes on Uncle Ruckus Like Alyssa to her dog, I'm out just screaming "f** it!" Claiming if this beat is Russia, you're a meteorite But you've all f**ed it up so much, the word is redefined You're about as real as the girl that dated Manti That's the type of sh** that's known to make a pope resign I'm out flexing the beat that you can't bend Your verse is dumb and dumber, you're running to Aspen All of these dudes are more fruity than Ashton While I go harder than two and a half men Short tempered, I should go to anger management Making Hulk look happy so you wouldn't know how mad I get No, it isn't personal. Adapting to the ambiance k** it like the blade runner and say it was an accident Two types of people, either you're ignoring me Or you're saying I lack original steez So you've got two choices, you either vote for me Or get cut, like you just saw Justin Bieber smoking weed