Fred Nukes - Just a Feelin' lyrics

* originally appeared on Majik Most's album, "You Got Jokes?!?!" [Verse One: Majik Most] I wanna make a mill so I can change and act strange Get an Andre 3000 wig with some bangs I'll hang and bang your frame like the Predator do Turn in your album kid, I'm the editor dude I'm takin' out you, your producer and your crew (Ayo, that's why they hate you) I'mma spit in your food Turn in your eggs and steak Just throw it off your plate You're shook cause your mom called and pre-booked a date [Celph Titled] Now when thugs hear this beat, they wanna do the Hammer dance I keep so many guns on me I gotta rock Hammer pants God Damn I'm the man (Who's that?) I've been a star since Pat Benatar been a star I seen you talkin' to some men at the bar But I ain't know who they was Here's a round on us We gonna throw 'em some slugs Launch 'em a scud And put the Glock to the back of your head My burner stay scaldin' hot Leave you with a balding spot [Hook: Scratching] "Y'all shut up and listen" "Just a feeling" "Ain't nothin', ain't frontin'" "Just a feeling" "b**h, yeah, we murder the rest" "Just a feeling" "Y'all in trouble now" "Y'all shut up and listen" "Just a feeling" "Ain't nothin', ain't frontin'" "Just a feeling" "b**h, yeah, we murder the rest" "Just a feeling" "That bullsh**s not me, that bullsh** is you" - KRS-One [Verse Two] I'm a dangerous man like highly flammable flannels (And what?) And lit Roman candles (Oh) Majik man handles My groping a**, flat breast sick s** scandal In my private jet you can bet I'm not sober Reverend Run's on a runway, I"ll run his a** over I'll leave your melon with a ma**ive comb over Diagnose with melanoma and gang green and a coma And I'll eat your spleen with kidney beans and it's over [Celph Titled] Don't stick your head out It's huntin' season for duck n***as Elmer Fudd with the pump loaded You better duck n***as No Rogaine just propane to make your wig flammable Keep my weapon concealed inside'a stuffed animals Stash rifles in giraffe necks Smack you with a hockey stick Now that's a bad check Why give a b**h some chedda When I can come home and jack off To some old school rap videos by Salt-N-Pepa [Hook] [Verse Three: Majik Most] Catch you broke kids on radar I see you on the beacon Come to your house and just punch your beak in Me and Vicious Stevens dump your body in the deep end (Stupid motherf**er) You got caught tryin' to peak in When your little sister masturbated to me speakin' I freak the industry Stay on my job Motherf** a gun bu*t I'll give you a gun job Now you need Sponge Bob to soak up blood clots [Celph Titled] Yeah Me and Majik the tag team of rap Toe taggin' your team it's a wrap Your grandma is gettin' clapped (You let the guns rumble?) n***a I'm Spice-1's stunt double Sprayin' flames at your grill until your face bubbles Demonic aroma therapy Burnin' flesh and kerosene Groundin' your brains inside of canned hams with yams and beans And it seems your studio is my bathroom stall Come through rockin' a pea coat and piss on y'all [Hook]