Lunar C - Call It lyrics

[Verse 1: Lunar C] Yahw... Lunar C! Yo! Whether it's a stand on my diddick Or f*gs ranting like b**hes Everyone's either a fan or a critique attracted to gimmicks Don't worry if I left the tag on my fitted cap it's just image I've got the receipt about to take it back in a minute They think coz I ain't always positive I'm rapping bout the wrong stuff And I only talk about smoking weed Or getting my co*k s**ed p**y keep your gob shut Or you're gonna be a concious rapper with your concussed I signed a deal with myself and it's set in stone I don't watch these gossips like episodes of a petty soap My life's a movie, everyone but me's an extra so I ain't quittin' till them motherf**in' credits role They're just a bunch of scared fake G's With their brain schemes And still had the bare faced cheek To dare hate me You're a joke go and fu*k yourself And anyone who helped your head Grow to the point you couldn't tell [Verse 2: Jack Flash] What every idiot with an opinion continues to share it I don't sit and pretend that I'm interested in their sh** I just get up and walk outta the room And if in an hour or two I come back and he's still talkin' [Imma knock him outta his shoes]? So thank you for coming but thank you more for leavin' You boring me and you f**in' slow like a tortoise breedin' I'm torn between the peace and the violence So don't be the least bit surprised If I beat you, black out and completely deny it Each of these idiots are easy to figure out These dickheads think the sh** that they spout Literally counts When it doesn't And not for nothing They're just a drop in the ocean But they constantly moanin' About how nothing is dope And if they just stopped for a moment And took a step outta the box they were closed in They'd see their minds a lock They're not gonna open If they don't give someone some props as a token It's gonna cost them their soul and All of this hate is gonna stop them from growin' [Chorus: Lunar & Jack] So call me what you want Call me what you wish I call it down the middle You should it quits If you call me out I just call you b**h Then I call your b**h And she call in sick Home alone on some Macaulay Culkin sh** She call it amazing I just call it dick On alcoholic tips All I hear recalling it And you don't do f** all I just call it how it is [Verse 3: Lunar C] Spiteful geeks gunnin' While my teams hustlin' We're tryna be somethin' While you mean mug it They talk about your music and tell you they think it's fresh Then go and disrespect you on the internet Sick of gettin' hounded for collabo's from rappers I won't cypher with When they meet me they act like they've waited their whole life for it I know why they're sh** But don't ride my dick I get the beat tell them it's ill and they won't write to it The fact you only know me as a battler's fustratin' I've done a couple but I've been rambling them stages I'm smashing it for ages Oh, so apparently I'm hatin' Cuz my personality's abrasive That's only coz I run round of the city shoutin' "BRADFORD!" in their faces Somebody call the police I'm drunken disorderly Frontin' and causin' beef Any tenner penny rapper gets headbu*ted for talking brute [Verse 4: Jack Flash] And I'm quit givin' a sh** bout how others feel f** em' all They said there's no way I could appeal The can s** my balls Just coz I'm from Huddersfield That means that I'm stuck up north? Never get a f**in' deal? Never get no club support? Never get no radio play Those ain't on no made a veil No major labels No J-Lo hook No say those No way Jose Yo! It's just the same old same old You couch potatoes Only ever stay home Never play the game but love to commentate though Suffering s**atash Pucker' up and s** my shaft You'll never see me comin' Like nuttin' in a bubble bath I used to be humble that Never got me anywhere Like tryna f** with a girl who was frigid as December air You can see my temper flare Temple tearing out my head You're way too tender to contend When the temperature's in the red So instead of running your mouth Run in your house Quit speculating on sh** you know nothing about [Chorus: Lunar & Jack] So call me what you want Call me what you wish I call it down the middle You should it quits If you call me out I just call you b**h Then I call your b**h And she call in sick Home alone on some Macaulay Culkin sh** She call it amazing I just call it dick On alcoholic tips All are here recalling it And you don't do f** all I just call it how it is Call how it is... How it is... [Wookarina solo]