Yelling At Cats - 91 lyrics

[Intro- Unknown] Soldier boy... oh my little soldier boy... I need you to SHUT THE fu*k UP [Yelling At Cats] I should release six songs and try to get famous And have fans who got the IQ of ignoramus And be anxious when I rap sh** so brainless And say that I'm gonna f** MicTheMic in his an*s It's painless when I spit bars so plural When I hear PRiSON rap I get a craving for Dijorno No delivery, put him straight in the oven And eat his sh** up, done, end of discussion He's so cute when he's pissed, like a mad hatress Put his body up and under my damn mattress And digest all the stupid sh** he's said And people still think that MY rap career's dead? Cause why hate and be irate with a prick? Cause I ain't, you can just s** my dick This is my nice side, you haven't even seen me mean My dick fell out, time for your daily dose of protein! Obscene, hell, it's what I am known for I spit sh** so vile even the devil's throat get sore And soar to the top, my insults will not stop And make 'em drop, and chop 'em worse than before f** these lame kids who do it for the fame And spit the same sh** like a monopoly game And tell me to quit, f** your sh**, I don't care When your sh**'s censored, my middle finger's in the air Listen to what he's written He's given his own vision No omission, and he's smitten It's risen with no revision He's a pissed off logician With suspicion condition Driven to sicken and Then he asks to be forgiven SPLAT, can't even rap back I'm so hard to look at It's lyrical combat So hard to touch that So much to lust for Songs are an eyesore Walk out the door Talk sh** some more Yeah It's perverse when I spit just one verse And converse ponies that seem so diverse And disperse all of these dumb a** phonies I did these songs all along for my bronies It's a curse, not the worst I've shown I could b**h and moan cause I'm just so alone But that wouldn't atone the sh** that's so blown I wanna show I've grown, and I won't just go home I do this for me, I do this to be An MC that raps without hypocrisy You all know it's true. Why do I feel blue? f** the fame sh**, I'll do this for you