Nick Diamonds - You Got Some Nerve lyrics

[Hook: ?] And I'm faced with, unattended But they're wasted, unintended [Verse 1: NoCanDo] How in the hell you gonna tell me I'm a f**up Now that I failed, and s** up when I'm on top? Y'all twats wasn't even in the ballpark When I was takin' hits at the line like Mike Alstott My city'll tell me when the f** I fall off I was schooled by other wise and rhyming, real High-tech as Qualcom, kinda rhymin' tense, timelessness They manufactured my stomach lining with And when your balls drop (then), that's when I'll take your advice Until then save it for your pathetic waste of a life You must hate to see drive and love to see complacency thrive Just to say we're alike, you can say we're alike; pysch! But I'mma be alright type Kick rocks, have a nice night or find out what I fight like I shake haters and be legit, I got an advantage over fleas and ticks Eat a dick you piece of sh** You wanna know why my rhymes are iller than yours? Probably because I spent seven years sleeping on the floor I been raising my daughter for a little more than four Your witless criticism never struck a f**ing chord [Hook] [Bridge: NoCanDo] I'm a little perturbed; you got some nerve Disgusted and disturbed you got some nerve I'll a flip you the bird; you got some nerve ‘Cause that's what you deserve, you've got some got some ‘Cause that's what you deserve, you've got some nerve I'mma a flip you the bird; you got some nerve I'm disgusted and disturbed; you got some nerve More than a little perturbed; you got some nerve [Verse 2: NoCanDo] But so does every other jellyfish: spineless, mindless Smelly b**h ready for R Kelly's piss You stupid groupies leave my wife out of your who*e talk Keep giving D-list celebrities the green light to take your drawers off (But groupies ? dress) One score and several years ago your parents started saving for college Not knowing how many knobs you've probably polished And that your crotch would cough like it caught the colic Your ex-boyfriend left you in the scene and now we're cursed With the constant barrage of MySpace bulletins and comments Your life is right and rising Stars are making souvenirs out of used condoms And I'm the kind of guy to keep it honest And eye to eye, ‘cause I don't like to lie I know you're a pincushion night after night For the opening act and that's the height of your life [Outro: ?] You wouldn't tell me what it was, because I don't think you need to know Tell me what it is Tell me what it was Tell me I think so