Odd Job - f** You All lyrics

[Verse 1: Odd Job] Goon Squad is the motherf**ing type to flex Rights and lefts, throw you down a flight of steps I like to wreck, I fight to d**h, I bite your neck I crush your frame, I punch your face I f** your dame, I plot to k**, I box with sk** I oxy(?) grill, I got the real You fabricate more sh** than a cotton mill b**hes poppin' pills, watching Doctor Phil If you got it locked, we cop the drill, top of the hill Moppin' the field, always stay wild, never got to chill The Max Payne of the motherf**ing rap game I'm the reason your b**h got chronic back pain Last Name: a**hole, First Name: Arrogant Hit that b**h harder than James Harrison [Hook] We in the streets like "Who the f** want it?" We in the club like "Who the f** want it?" We on stage like "Who the f** want it?" We on d** like "Who the f** want it?" [Verse 2: Warbux] I'm about to start a fight in this b**h If you see me getting close then you might wanna clinch I got a whiskey in one hand and a beer in the other And I'm looking for scorned lover when I stare at your mother Cause I'm a motherf**ing a**hole, drinking myself Into attack mode, flying around like Brian on flagpole Try'na stack more cash than Castro Then blow it all on women and liquor, you mad, bro? Bux coming with the raw and the hardcore Bringing more gore to the floor than Saw 4 I got hoes limping home with their jaws sore And they husbands jumping off of buildings like parkour I'll ask murderers, what axe murder is Bodies hanging off of the racks on the back pergolas Last heard speaking as much as a bad word of us Had his fair dressing in black like cat burglars [Hook] We in the streets like "Who the f** want it?" We on stage like "Who the f** want it?" We on d** like "Who the f** want it?" [Verse 3: DZK] Give me a Jack and Coke, hold the soda, though I like my whiskey straight, no h*mo yo I'm recognized like the logo on your Polo clothes Girls worldwide want a photo on their mobile phones You know what that means, right? No you don't She came in Prada but she leaving in my chromosomes Smoking home grown dro, bro that's no cologne I drove drunk to this club in a motor home DZK, code name Zeta Same fan base as the Oakland, Raiders Single ring leader of a freakshow, haters get straight ate up On a beat, I'm half gator, half man on fire-y Awe inspiring style, violent, nobody saying "Hi" to me f** y'all, I'll be the bar getting more drunk Shots for everybody on Warbux