Mathias Kruse - Filter Tips lyrics

[Verse 1: Mathias Kruse] I could talk about my shoes. But I would rather kick them off You're big and soft like the life and stomach tissues of Ricky Ross Thin as floss, my bones crumble to a powder That you snort and overdose cause on the mic I come with power Get devoured in hours like water baking in with flour If water was supernatural, my head would bring the showers I'm the plane hitting your twin towers When I shine, my solar power attacks with meteor showers Whiskey sour. The taste in your mouth is ours You cowards deserve your head in the dirt with worms that'll scour Asking how or why or who or where or what the f** I never write on paper cause my words are bound to tear it up I don't need you to elaborate, I hear enough I kick the sh** regardless of whether or not my pants are cuffed I laugh when you f*ggots rap and you're acting tough If talent is a virtue, get out. Cause you really lack the stuff Had a sack to puff, I rolled it up, and smoked it all Then went to work in the booth like public plumbers in overalls Runnin through what keeps you held together like "rover" falls Instead of telling you to cut the sh**, I grip a motor saw Your head is full of gra** so i'mma mow the lawn You aim to shoot and shoot to k**, but either way you hold it wrong Farewell so long, I'mma be dead and gone By the time your sk**s are real. I'm immortal. You get it dawg? The way I rock a set is like I'm snorting roxicets With lots of army vets from Iraq that just heard osamas dead But there's a terrorist that lies inside obama's head That said that since we're greedy and sh**, we're in a lot of debt That's like saying that me plus my whole team Ran up in your house and stole everything. So you owe me It's like they steal from us, and then we have to pay em for it Then they ruin our lives if we say that we just can't afford it That's extortion by definition. So voice Your thoughts and choices and don't let the volcano inside be dormant Hope that enjoyed my rant. Cause I adored it Now I'm givin gas to living ma**, the pedal. I'mma floor it Smoking flowers, my lungs think I'm a florist If you wanna judge my choices, then b**h, you know where the door is It's showtime. There's no Cinemax Didn't ask to take this city but I'll never give it back Life's a b**h, and if you're eating. Then the b**h is fat k** a track, skin the corpse, find the producer, give it back Give the a** of the baseline a little smack Mad Libs, filter tips, Rollin papers, I riddle that Gimme a pen and a paper, and I'll scribble facts Heart and mind are what'll make you rich, and b**h you're middle cla** Kiss my a**, my fanny needs your mouth to pucker up If your life's a b**h, then I'm a pimp. I'm bout to f** her up Puffin power with my girl, inhaling bu*tercups I'm back in love with smoking, I'm done with all of the other stuff When I'm famous, i'mma buy some sh** my mother loves And then maybe I'll be the son she wanted. Not the runner up Not in shape for sh** talking, my mouth don't run enough But everything I say shows more crack than plumber bu*ts Me and my determination, no one f**s with us Try to stomach my fundamentals, it's fun to punch a gut