ElementZ - Get Shot (f** the Industry) lyrics

I love the smell of it p**y a** b**hes who try k**ing it The way I run sh** I smack b**hes for the hell of it Wanna know why you b**hes celibate She's got your balls in her purse and she laughs so go tell her kid That you a pistol packing b**h smacking k**a But if you're getting p**y I can tell you I can feel you Wichita is my home partially known or let it be know b**hes fear me in my physical form Cause I'm a beats, the midwest king ready to feast On these flossing a** rappers describing them to a T Skin tight jeans they looking f*ggy to me Snapback on your b**h I'mma punch her in the teeth Next one to say swag is getting caught in a stickup Get your blood on your jordans you will be my next victim Smoke a couple blunts get high as the sky f** it I wish this new era hip hop would just die (hook x2) This new hip hop be bumping the block she said She likes to listen if she stuffing the co*k I listen to Nas, Big L, Biggie, and Pac I wish these new f**ing rappers would straight up get shot (verse 2) Get shot, Get shot or for nothing Sailor Jerrys and Crown Royal I'm coming Vodka shots to the dome now I'm buzzing You're just made cause I got your b**h lusting For ElementZ dick, get her hella bent quick Off the sh** gotta love it when she grips dick Hella gone with a 45 I rip sh**, and now I'm hella crossing names of my hit list Now what the f** I got him without a problem caught him stunting like his daddy he was slipping so he lost him A fat b**h was bossing, corrections officer problems knock that beard of his face he's a b**h he ain't flossing I beast on a rapper everyday that I can And stretch the rules like a f**ing rubber band, GOD DAMN I won't let them turn me to blind And I swear to god I don't even want to rhyme (hook x2) (verse 3) Get shot, get shot or get buck ElementZ, rip sh** don't give f**s White boy go hella hard rip tracks up f** the law, they finna lock your a** up I stay DL for real no b**h to him me up and that is on the real My rhymes are tighter than b**h jeans And all you fake a** rapppers stop its harder than it seems Take a concept and try to stay on topic You almost had a verse half way you kind of lost it You talk about real sh** and how hard the struggle is And then its all about b**hes guns and busting it You phony I thought I had a homie But all these f**ing rappers are just in the for the money Remember that hip hop is an art, I take it to heart You f**ers were faking it from the start (hook x2)