Rhyme Asylum - Attitude Problem lyrics

[Psiklone] We don't give a flying f** about fact or fiction Sleep talk freestyles iller than most these rappers writtens I laugh at you f*ggots dissin' It only adds fuel to my drive and fire to my ammunition We represent the future Your bars are conclusive proof that God has a sense of humor Rather loop up ambulance sirens Thanks to you, this year my favorite album's been SILENCE Refuse to start dumbin' it down It must be a bit hard to spit bars with my nuts in your mouth You hate the fact we're charismatic The world DOES revolve around me, my spinal cords are planet's axis Psiklone, Possessed, Plazma and Skirmish We swallow our pride and spit arrogant verses Your patterns are worthless, lackin' in purpose I lost my temper and it never managed to surface [Hook] Credit where credit's due, that's why we've got no respect for you I'll do what you attempt to do Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom We got an attitude, now you've got a problem We're the greatest under the skies, so run for your lives Say we hate but you give us nothing to like Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom We've got an attitude, and you've got a problem [Skirmish] I'm on some arrogant sh**, all these talentless cliques Made me add to my list some more rappers to diss Chattin' bout you “underachievers” Braggin' bout your couple releases but nothin' was decent It's like possessing sk**s is a thing of the past There's an epidemic of wack rappers k**in' the art You artists are underground, tryna reach for the skies We started above the clouds at unbelievable heights Forked tongue and the eyes of a snake when you smile in my face Pretend it's all love while disguising your hate And you bredders talk tough to inflate your egos You're clowns in a freakshow that play the lead role My clique's tight and undivided, yelling “f** the silence!” ‘Cause I'd rather swallow my tongue than bite it For you, my love and forgiveness doesn't exist And so I'll drown you in the water under the bridge [Possessed] No one's f**in' with this, don't just bu*ton your lip Close it shut with a zip, sew it up with a stitch I'm that stubborn son of a b**h A heart so strong; whenever it beats it ruptures my ribs It's the RA sneak-attack, the beast is back I use my imagination, you just repeat the facts Yet to meet my match Had the most quotables in rap before I'd even released a track Bring d**h to your life's work If we're both in the same boat, I hope we're heading for icebergs Arrogance hittin' critical ma** Sounds like an Indian Giver gave you the gift of the gab Hit tracks with the impact of sledgehammers Spit raps while I piss on the graves of dead rappers Take a giant sized step backwards So big-headed when I think about myself my neck fractures [Hook] [Copywrite] Nervous son, only younger dude that these old heads learn from So tell these hippies; hug a f**in' tree while I burn one Rollin' phillies, hold my city down now, no doubt All by myself. C'mon now, Bow Wow don't count You liars claim you're writers, you're p**y so buckle up chump Pretend you put the p**no on mute, and shut the f** up Anywhere in the U.S. it's like I'm in London. Factual, b**h Guaranteed I receive pounds after I spit The ba*tard, the prince, has you convinced Through the first line, that I'm the worst kind of f**in' rapper there is He needs three 16's, and I don't like him, he's a** For the right type of cash and hash, I'll ghostwrite him some trash Tell b**hes bumps on my dick, ribbed for her pleasure Then sh** in her dresser and dip with her treasure Time you, stare in my eyes dude.. I might blind you If I even do adlibs behind you, I'll outshine you Yo, Cop, Cop, Copy…Rhyme Asylum! Leatherface, what up? Yeah, it's the U.K. bro, and O.H.I.O O.D.O.T. in the buildin', you already know, C Get that straitjacket ready!