Large Professor - Pissin' Me Off lyrics

[Hook x2] You pissing me off! You making me mad! You faking the funk! You faking bad! You pissing me off! (x4) [Verse 1] Well if it isn't Mr. "Me Too" Said he had a flow like a ski dude Those doo doo a** rhymes You were kicking back in pre-school Fake MCs, I can't get down with, look see through They rap about their wardrobe look like the prequel I'm lethal, with pencils, and anything that you speak to You better be keeping it real, when you speak to A G like me, if she likes me, it's off with their clothing 'For you know it, you'll be tweeting me saying "It's nice to meet you" I be cool, they crack when the pressure get applied Roll the L, I got to put the essence in the sky The defendant has arrived, he's in question for his lies On the mic, I be kicking like a blessing in disguise You have met with your demise, what it be like?! Getting brothas off with that Bruce Lee high You jacked my see light, it be like that sometimes I can't control but its damn sho' for real Never bogus when I flow it, never 'voke it Don't know how you n***as made it Everything you created was that fake sh** They hardly played it, stay kicking that fail sh** fragrant I don't play with kids, I'm a grown as man you on some baby sh** Everyday we get in the studio and make a hit Swear I got the sk** to make a Christian turn atheist Couldn't handle it, couldn't take it They see me and they start shaking Man quit with all that damn faking! [Hook] (Man here come this b**h a** n***a man) [Verse 2] Ah f** man, its you again I don't f** with them, I only get down with hooligans Extra moody yo a** clowns, whistling booty holes n***as got f**ed by they label, smooth roll Who flows the dope, and won't ever lose control You in the slow lane, I be on cruise control Don't abuse the mic, spit the coolest flows Hands in the sky, just let the music go All my raps speak for me, you let somebody tweet for you And you never been in the streets homie, I'm yawning Cause yo whole little speech boring You make it rain in the club but your beats foggy, no money I never seen such a weak crony Yes men got you fooled you ain't even knowing How bad you flow is, God damn your bogus While I'm so explosive and still on that west coast sh** [Hook]