Elemett - Cigarettes & Beer lyrics

[Intro: Elemett] Oh sh**!! Elemett!! [Verse 1] It's the Fat motherf**a in a polo Who's still jacking off to p**no And that might be embarra**ing But embarra**ment is what I outgrow I be smoking on them American Spirits, Steady Sipping that Boxer Lite Cause that combination puts me in that right mind Herrmann, anything you make, well I make plans to destroy Cause you know I bring that name of my state, yeah you know that Ill Noise I'm too smart for these k**joys Beating them down with Alloys Till they turn that Turquoise That's that sh** I enjoy How can I whose whiter than Albino? Spit flows sicker than Chuck Pagano Well back up in that 8th Grade Is when freestyling began And I chose not to be fake So all my friends leaf cause I put down my rake In high school. Man I must admit, I was afraid of all that booze and weed So I lost who I was man and who the f** I wanted to be And I was re-really awkward round these women that wanted to talk to me I wasn't being abstinent just needed someone to rescue me But now that I've changed, I'm getting higher than the motherf**ing stars And getting drunker than Amy Winehouse at an open bar But now that I'm in college they seeing that potential grow That's why every party I get, Can you spit? Please bro Oh no, I said no, Cause you think it's a joke And if you can't hear I'm serious than you must be f**ing Van Gogh Or Helen Keller, Can't wait to tell the teller To give me a mill so I can buy pounds and cut trees like a feller Just kidding, trust me, I really don't want to be famous Cause if I had all this dough, you know I'd go and spend this Carelessly, on anything, Even back when was fraid of strangers I took all of that paper and blew it on Power Ranger So in turn I be broke, and hungrier than Teri Schiavo Told you that I'm psycho Or Better yet I'm nucking futs (laugh) Or better yet I'm nucking futs ANd I been that f**ing way since I swam right out've my Daddy's nuts [Hook:Elemett] Cigarettes & Beer, Not a pretty picture But bring em both together, Such a perfect mixture.(x4) [Verse 2] Herrmann, I don't mean to put you on blast bro But why you letting me diarrhea right up on your pica**o This beats a f**ing masterpiece, It was meant for better f**ing things Like a radio single for Lil B (Herrmann: "Mann, f** that!!") That pisses me off, How the f** did he get famous? When you know that I got better flows and I'm sitting here nameless Well maybe it's the way you f**ing sound? You don't think I know that! But listen motherf**ers this our baby steps up into rap Me and Herrmann went on Amazon, and got this 20 dollar mic Stop Chief Keefing, could give a f** what you don't like So stop all your b**hing, and listen to the lyrics Cause if you actually hear it, I guarantee you feel it Swag! [Chorus (x4)] [Outro] Yeah! Herrmann, just let it breathe Yeah!