MF Versace Kid - Infameezy's: Pa** The Mic II lyrics

I'm getting paper cuts off these papers Good morning haters Who spending cash To bust their babies and all that day care Saddam Hussein all you players Who play with uncle Frasier Who rap with no gat? I am the mayor Welcomed to a city I carry pity Running man, moonwalk Through scab lands of my past Get back if you ain't got some facts Blast away that knowledge You continue to frolic This is catastrophic and this is Catatonic if you're moving stop it Drop your mic already Just that honest when I spit my lines From inside my mind You spit with a white tongue Trying to challenge mine That defines to defy You were never ready to read this book The pages won't lie This is twisted metal Laughing at jeopardy Sweet tooth not from the ghetto Going to college Cause I've been there ho I've seen broke When I went to thrifts stores When we had a couple bucks The day before Was never in store Mom was scared She almost got deported I had to f**ing record it Moments like that can leave you broken Enough of me f** about what you speak Man ill murder you and the forensics team Bar to bar till I break my teeth Moving up till I get my speech f** the hooks I'm writing books About the looks, my sh**s got you shook Yours bars so low Figures why you're with a who*e I'm such a dick I could give you a poke Take it as a joke Put it in your conscious Till knocks your a** unconscious Cautions never precautions Never square up, you're just a rhombus Always look down when you see me walking Walk and talk, a walkie talkie Block me from your Facebook I can give a f** about likes You get attention from kids And dykes on trikes Must got you thinking You got the light You're far from it son You're head ain't right Someone screwed your bolts a little too tight I entered a contest with no prophets and Watch me gain the profit All you rap about p**y and money I rap about how much I've lost And b**h I ain't got much to lose I've been beaten up What's another bruise To a f**ing moose I f**ing head bu*t you into a rebu*tal Turn yo a** into a puddle Have you b**h come in it Without a struggle Make her s** it off, really humble Motherf**er I should be Exiting off the beat right now Where's the beef right now? People too sweet right now Bout to light my Christmas trees Have Smokey the bear blow a 3 People tell me who I'm dissing Dissing hip hop till I feel love Again, nothings been this relevant Since the kick snare was in my residence Back on time f**ing k** your vibe Back on time Never circumcised Back to tribes Where you reside You're too blind f**ing dropping cyanide In every line Pedestrians cross I got my sights What's a fight When your stance ain't right To the mic I speak truth To you p**y a** rappers Y'all ain't helping the youth Y'all got a broken tooth Never smooth Always in the booth Preaching that sh** that I ain't hearing I ain't reading, y'all just feening For a reason, this season I'm gonna cause a treason Barricade or collapse Cause by the time I flip this track You gonna go back To the lab with all the sag In your pants Has you thinking I can't kick your a** b**h I ain't gotta do that Smoking blunts is all you rap Smoke with buds you f**ing f*gs Holding hands, having you thinking you ain't bad Abstract artifacts Y'all just some lost tapes And no one gives a crap Strapped with dabs On my tab Where's your clap Unpacked my jockstrap You ain't made for this game That's why you're talking sh** at the bench Catch your breath boy Nothing was the same