Guilty Simpson - War Drums lyrics

[Phat Kat] Nowadays the music is free the shows cost money No need to ring my phone if you ain't got nothing for me My fans told me Kat you been chilling enough Now it's time to come and crush 'em with the rugged and rough Dirty coach yeah I see you, wouldn't wanna be you Smoke more weed than the n***a Wiz Khalifa Catch me backstage setting off smoke detectors Designer ganja collector, marijuana professor ??? some sh** my man called God's Vagina Soon as he fired up you never smelt nothing finer Was that your hottest man, send him over, I wanna meet him What he said, I couldn't believe him Had to fry him, frica**ee him Little broke a** n***a still working for per diem My n***as stay grinding from the AM to the PM Get caught at end of the barrel, you wouldn't want to be him f**ing with some gladiators in the Coliseum [Guilty Simpson] I'm colder than a billionaire's shoulders You put stock in him, these slugs are shareholders I'm working on my temper, don't tempt me fool I make 'em swan dive from balconies in empty pools My flavor ride for the faculty, empty tools Super soak 'em til sh** get fool from the heat Oxymoron, vegetables from the beef Try saying that slick sh** without teeth I do the sh** the average motherf**er won't do And say the sh** the average emcee can't f** with You're stupid if you thinking that that b**h want you With me she get lucky, with you she get stuck with We playing with big budgets Spit muskets, hit harder than Dick Butkus You sneak out restaurants running out on your bill While I'm really 'bout to ante on that house on the hill, ill