Rex Pharaoh - R.E.P lyrics

REX PHARAOH: I don't really know much But f** it , I seem to know enough That none of you motherf**ers will be up on this stuff That me and my crew roll rugged in the rough Strut like a co*k, who never gave any f**s Its tough living this life like a f**ing animal Gave away my f**ing sanity as part of the collateral s**ing on some lemonade to wash away the adderall You f*ggots moving backwards, while im just swerving lateral Into a ditch, because I was f**ing wasted Racing past some pigs, that were munching on some bacon With a ragged b**h, who likes to think im really famous I hide behind the lies, because this lifes a little dangerous And I'm intimidated, can't deal with the consequence Shred bed wetters and thick heads with off dissent Flex texts bested when next to the pokedex Lest not forget to ask for the girls consent Its obvious, that I need some medication Calm the f** down maybe try some meditation Or melt my flesh off from bathing in radiation Then sacrifice whats left in some sacred incantation f*ggots claim to playing straight on the aces But I flush them out spraying faeces on their faces Night light vision tighter then Tyson's laces With the sloppy co*k boxers bossin the off fragrance Yo! Baphomet met me in the back alley Baffled at the fact that I could be so f**ing crazy Graze in a daze for days its amazing That at this current second its my music that you're playing I'm caked in like the cum of kimberleys a** crack Playing with my cloths and animal snapbacks Hara**ing matrades to give me a lap dance Blast n-e-r-d while grasping at flashbacks And f** rap, cus I'm a mother f**ing ninja Storming in your home with some motherf**ing nunchucks Busting nuts in cups then I'll serve it up with hot sauce Nonchalantly dancing in bath tub with piranhas You can laugh all you want, But I keep it accurate While your driving back to cla** in your parents acura Im cruising down the street in a fleet on a girl deck Standing next to P, blasting cheese onto her neck Lets hop in the x-wing im bringing the homies with me f**ing thrash around until im mother f**ing 50 Its nifty, when no one takes you serious Fumes in the room got b**hes delirious See I'm furiously searching like a hounding fox For a gundam tracksuit and hylian hightops Swa*kier then you cup my balls and my co*k Boys club banner, shout out to livestock Now shut your b**h up before I f**ing smack her Altered f**ing minds, now thats whats f**ing up cracker No pens and paper I carve sh** out with a scalpel Into the flesh of all the haters and the doubters Wounds oozing cyanide and radium While I'll be breaking faces outside of the stadium You can't tame him, crashing the golden sabian Till the sound cracks through your motherf**ing cranium And I'm an alien, came alone from another planet Crashed in your backyard causing all sorts of damage I have a slight advantage hiding within these bandages Flow so sick leave you begging for an ambulance The cannabis is dank, as the homies smoking Don't f**ing fix sh** if it ain't broken While your stacking up your goodwoods adding numbers to your Jordans I'll be flexing to the next mexicans who came across the border Just play that sh** out Damn Just play that sh** out That sh** is played