Schoolboy Q - Evil lyrics

[Intro Sample: Blizzard from the movie Juice] "Don't look at me goddammit! Ayo Q, you want a piece of this?" [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] City filled with this filthy air Evil pump in my blood, how dare you to stare Never felt fair, no room for a tear Come on dump, don't give a f** if the coast clear Jacket cover the ratchet, pants hang to my calf Burner over the ab, sendin' shots under your jab You really wanna diss me? Believe it like Ripley when I'm off the fifth of whiskey Damaging my kidney, I wish a n***a tempt me Then it's all bad, leave his parents all sad Cops with a mystery, murderin' ain't sh** to me This a k**ing symphony, my n***a, for real I still keep the weapon concealed, body will spill Hollow tips stuck in your grill, give a f** how you feel Tired of resisting this murder addiction f** a conviction, bust shots, slaughter conviction Lucifer soul, my temperature cold Eyes blood shot, throwin up blood clots, body in shock I need me a doc, but I figure I'm too sick f** it, adrenaline pumping may lead in to something Assumption on life is still, livin' a trife Asthmatic causing havoc, keep spazzin' til my brain get damaged Still remain most scandalous, that bang hammers f** surveillance, sh**, murk in front of cameras Dump 'em in the sand like tan or big blands More grammar sh**, I'm the illest motherf**er Verse 2: [Kendrick Lamar] Splash blocks like Dikembe when I sensai, who wanna shoot? The liquor hear me, I'm off the Remy like Papoose I got the truths of a thousand bishops Troops of a thousand n***as, you can get your a** missing Like a white b**h with big tits to be specific I'm over they heads when the words get pledged Fright night, gun tucked tight like a newborn Dance with the Devil, hopefully you get your groove on When I blaze this medal Like a rolling stone, flesh and bones come out Like a thug reunion, watch yall dumb out Most likely, half of you fraudulent n***as don't like me Scared to fight me even if you had hands just like me K Dot, bare arms like a haltertop Live from the barbershop, who want a fade? Who want war? I got a drawer full of hand grenades Take it back to them Contra days, so fall back It's real, off cognac, and pills, we twist caps then peel Bananas with the hammers, play if you will A bullet proof for a shield, that won't work I got big big very big big bullets, and they hurt Lift up your skirt if you play p**y, don't push me, I'm light You pushing up daisies, if the pump do a push up tonight I put, I put a new price on your head, like a mannequin dressed well Students from Harvard can hear the n***a Yale I'm cold hearted, oh well I get's retarded, the yellow bus I'm a park it In front of your house, hop out, gun in ya mouth (Blakka!) Duck shows in your peek hole, me and my Hoover crip But all I bang is your b**h, don't get me twist Let's do this, I'm ludicrous, disturbing the peace Pacing back and forth like a stewardess, it's plain to see Da Evils [Outro: Bishop (2Pac) discussing Blizzard's d**h from Juice] "If you gotta go out, that's how you go out! That motherf**er took his destiny in his own hands!"