DJ Hoppa - Don't Funk Up Our Beats lyrics

[Produced by DJ Hoppa] [Verse 1] I'm a role model, b**h, come take a look at me I might be overweight, oh wait, by that I mean obese Be a dropout, f** your school and be like me A loser all alone and eating food you baked the other week It's f**ing mac and cheese Jesus, man, I think I need a friend to come and help me out I need a person I can see I got a fanbase but not for sh** on music See, I film my dad like every day and now my body's suffering Take a look, I'm bigger than I've ever been And I don't mean I'm super famous, kid, I mean my tits They're f**ing huge, like a year before I'm getting thin Now I'm getting fatter I've been whacking turning twenty-six My f**ing hair is grey, yeah I know it's very strange Thanks, I can't believe you point[ed] it out, it's so embarrasing I'm overweight, yeah I know when people stare at me Lord, why did you have to bear me with my father's DNA Let's switch it up a little bit [Verse 2] I got the sheer strength of a God flowing through my hairy palms This is very odd, Rocky taking weary shots Think I'm hearing thoughts, what the f** is going on How'd a rap about my weight just turn into a different song? I'm not falling off, this is where I'm getting wrong Hi, my name is Chris Norton tell me, sir, are you a cop? I'll leave and then I'll run, where is my machete now Tell me, did it contemplate [?] walking off? Oh my God, I think I need to take a drag So someone roll me up a cigarette I'm getting mad I've lived a straight edge, I don't smoke or drink but, dad What's the point of living life to diet, doesn't hurt to ask? Like a shade of black, crazy man I hate to add Damn, I need directions [?] then a place to crash Face a faceless task, maybe I can make a [?] but first I need to grab a blade and then my Jason mask (Wait, this is Michael Myers) [Verse 3] I'm just a step past a psychopath, upset, yeah I'm kinda mad I got a blade to shred her body but I'm out of bags I need a box of [?] to make a stash of body parts I'll load it full of garbage and pretend it's trash I'm in love with her, my baby that I split in half Sick of picking girls apart but still, I own a f**ing axe Think I'm gonna stash a can of soup before I pack and hit the road I'm gonna go and b**h I'm never coming back This is where I end, a lunatic who's all alone Sick of being scared but then it's just a voice I listen to I'm just in my room, the lighter's out [?] and now I'm hearing fire just before I'll even get to choose Another victim who will come up and send pictures Soon I'm digging up the dirt [?] [?] who's ever gonna listen to me now because I was who I'm the guy who I fall victim to