Justin Sketch - Tear it Down lyrics

[Intro: Justin Sketch] Yeah Sketchy Cree up in this b**h Johnny Links up in this b**h Jumpy up in this b**h Beantown with a (Cree) [Verse 1: Justin Sketch] Oh yeah doggy dog, I tear it down As you copy what I say like a parrot sound It's what my parents found, a couple months back A quarter pound separated into nugsacks But I don't push now, I just smoke I got pushed out with just one poke That is a stab wound that I f**ing hate And all my rap tunes are turning into something great Look at Justin's plate, just the cake for desert I can cause a scene even if I just switch shirts There is no denial, that I am so wild While giving out info like a profile I'm from the bean I comin' mean Hello rappers run and scream Tuck and tease you clutching clean Even though it's just a dream You f** with me you brothers be Suffering uncomfortably f**ing heat we're bumping beats Even though I come to cree! [Hook: Justin Sketchx2] J. Sketchy, you know that I tear it down Johnny Links, you know that he tears it down My dude Jumpy, you know that he tears it down Motherf**er, we coming from the Beantown! [Verse 2: J. Links] Ok, you're looking at a star, like an astronomer Girls say my dick as long as a kilometer And n***as posing for the scope like I'm a photographer I'm so damn hot I be breaking thermometers Smoke make it look like my windows are fogging up Eyes dumb red from the blunts I was hogging up Rappers be biting on my swag they draculas They about as straight as a parabola These n***as got me rolling like a damn tire The beat scream “Murder it” and I'm Mike Myers I'm looking for some competition are there any triers Sour on deck n***a are there any buyers ‘Cause I'm one F'ing ba*tard addicted to that jager I serve cold dishes do you prefer a platter I know you with that n***a but do you prefer the rapper (Tell me baby J. Links, holla atcha boy) [Hook] [Verse 3: Jumpy] Jumpy on the track, ‘cause I had to make appearances Jumpy is the sh** you p**y haters ain't hearing this Put the .22 to his face like Emmitt Smith Jeezy said chop it up, so I had to get rich So I had to make a lick, squeezing that ⅘ I can't forefit, that b**h gorgeous Get a couple white bricks, now we built a fortress But I burned l's like I'm lit, bein' torches Always been a champion, never been a runner up Had to make a living so I gotta get my money up Take your girl to the mall, she could buy a hundred stuff She could kiss, lick or s** I still ain't gonna wife her up Keep her on a tight leash, I don't like a loose f** I'm so fresh, that's why you ain't like us Middle fingers to your hoes, ‘cause it's only god I trust Keep that hammer close, just in case I gotta let it bust [Hook] [Verse 4: Justin Sketch] Yeah, motherf**er I'm an animal 4 AM drunk, yelling “Where the f** my handle go?” Watch me let the candles blow, as I keep sparkin' I'm just like a cannibal I'll make you de-hearted You're now in my ocean, this is where the shark is I'm just handing out a warning to you gosh darn kids Aha, and you still haven't got it yet? I got dreams of getting C.R.E.A.M. with a lot of checks Yeah you heard me, that means no mercy So you should alert thee, herby, unworthy And let me take the game for me As I painfully recreate the theme Uh, I spit fresh get stressed then I stay thinking As I empty out my pennies no Abe Lincoln How can you stay winking, with your eyes closed? You're not seeing me, b**h get a blindfold! (Get cree, motherf**er)