Fresho - f**ing A! lyrics

[1st Verse] The f** do you expect of / a complete whack job? Hannibal Lector, f**ing skull collector / crush you f**s like wrapper Throw you in the crapper / flush it with derisive laughter Devious ba*tard, jack off / don't even wash my hands after Shake her hand, like: “Nice to meet you, Jessica” Excuse me, but I knew I had to / come on you, right the sec I met 'cha Back on topic, so what the f** would you expect of-- A recently released repeated child molester? b**h, I'm back in the booth like rhymes'll cause a head rush Light a fire, call me Flintstone, welcome to Bedrock Put you in a headlock / looks like you could use a little pep talk Well, go see a shrink cos I ain't here to catch ya When you fall, I'm the one to push and wreck ya Don't try to act tough / you limp soft pussies need to call for back-up Doesn't matter, though, cos quantity's an irrelevant factor Got the edge on / you cos of my intelligence- it really takes the edge off Of any kind of threat that you could make / it's like bubbles in a bathtub I could sit in it for days, eventually they'll go away / so save the trouble, man and just pack up! Sick of playing games with you f**s, man, I'ma cut your head off / that's how I get off My style is like a pit bull on the playground / once I bite there's no motherf**ing chance I'ma f**ing let off [Hook x4] It's f**ing A! What more can I say? [2nd Verse] So what more can I say: heavy artillery Nobody's ill as me / lose my temper fast as Bill Bixby And ooh what a feeling, B / everytime I k** a beat Nerves are f**ing raw / still, b**h, are you feeling me? You will be, see / willingly or unwillingly See I don't usually swa*k but I'm vigorous like Hilary Awesome / see I've been this way at delivery You might not be able to re-enact cos hoes refer to you as “Little Creep” Cos you make ‘em feel ill at ease / yea' I lack in empathy / so pardon me for putting you in the pillory Let me put you out your misery / point-blank shot to the face, to me the thrill is cheap Silly me; forgot to take the safety off / can't help it, man, but this sh** is k**ing me Get a grip, man, second try and I wield the piece / trust me this time indeed you will decease Crowds running scared like some f**ing wildebeest Leave you in the middle of the street cos nobody ‘round to spill the beans People hear this bit and be like: “Are you kidding me with spitting these Lines after Paris? Where's the sensitivity?” Quickly reach the boiling point like a distillery / b**h you get the boot like motherf**ing Italy All this time full of rhymes and you still can't see / that every motherf**ing single bit I did and will release [Hook x4] Is f**ing A! What more can I say?