Motive Yaypes - Hell of A Guy lyrics

Uh yeah listen Hail marry's on the rosary piece, they way I'm heading/ I'm stealing these credit cards, partying gambling and betting/ s** with a pregnant women just to get it unprotected/ spitting in church, if you heard it, I probably said it/ the rumors confirmed too, you try living with the truth/ when your life ain't a game, its just a trivial pursuit/ Wait! Fasten seat belts, trays up and bring the seats back/ I just dropped a punchline, OK bring the beat back/ feed back reaction and these critics doing back spins/ cause I rap about raping hobos in a crack den/ maxim, xxl and vibe banned me/ just cause I told some kids to try xanis/ Miami love me cause I live that life of damnger/ work at chucky cheese and tell the kids that I'm a gangster/ I'm at Sedanos just blowing an L/ while these old ladies telling me I'm going to hell/ I tell em [Chorus: ] No I ain't ready to die/ They say in hell Imma fry/ I live like I'm ready to die/ Damn I one hell of a guy/ And no I ain't ready to give up yet/ I tell em naw I ready to stop this sh**/ I tell em I ain't ready to give up yet/ I love sinning and I got some work to do/ OK I'm back up on my grind, that means pumping other n***as women/ or steel sipping, that'd that 211 wine/ the love doctor who loves boppers, who love doctors, and come to think of it, your girlfriends due for a second time/ but don't get it twisted, her visits all about her/ and I just checked out her tonsils, she needs a follow up exam/ oh see the front desk too, cause I prescribed and ointment/ and got her scheduled for 69 appointments/ hella jealous boyfriends, and annoying malpractice suites/ make me smoke j's and trip off of wild cactus fruits/ yay on me payote and viles of crack to boot/ while I'm doing surgery in dress style khaki suites/ rogue surgeon with no person to operate/ till I pop pills like M&ms and saw Dr.Dre/ everyone I knows telling me to walk away but these pills I'm popping is telling me I gotta stay/ and [Chorus] Look I'm an a**hole, yeah I'm world cla**/I give you daps but my hand is on our girls a**/ you give her bracelets j**lery and dresses/ the only thing I got her was a pearl necklace/ you have a party the only thing I bring is Nati ice/ I ask to see your weed, now your baggies light/ you ask me to leave, in staying half the night/ I'm with your b**hes taking pictures like a. Satellite/ oh your raps are tight, I never give it mind/ next week I'm spitting it and say sh** was mine/ I've never written rhymes, I just bite styles/ in fact I'm spitting one of your raps right now/ hit the pipe now, you need to pipe down/ I just met your girl, I'm trying to pipe/ we in the back room with all the lights out/ cause I'm a bum with a rock star life style/ [Chorus]