Numerous Q's - Stevie's Pad lyrics

[Numerous Q's] I'm mad as f**, stacking up some cash and run like I'm a robber though I could flow it hot or cold Knock 'em hoes like dominoes Jimi's "Facing the Light" We got some paper to write on then I hop in the booth to finish my night Ill and I might make it, probably not No stopping me, not Used to be a magnet to pot, now I'm sad every song So I had to make this remix, hope you're taggin' along I'm a punchline fighter, knock you out I got a one-track mind sir, or four-track cause I record tracks I'ma rap monster, mad mongrel Blast speakers or blast heaters at some f**ing Math Teachers Pissed at pussies like cat pee-ers Wife-beaters and nice sneakers I might beat up any beat that's coming close to me Ask Devious if he could get any b**h to choke on "SK33TS" Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, NE [Devious Hitman] Ripping these rhymes like bong rips Patio chillin' with some swishers in the clip Got a fine dime snorting some coke lines off my head without a mind Givin' me dome 'til we arrive at her home Her Dad's asking why her lipstick's wrong I'm a diesel engine running off some bud and twitter mentions Rapping 'til I got a group of henchmen I work like a placebo A good student just ain't me bro Nah, that's a lie stay in d** and don't do school Call me a philosopher cause I'll be flossin' with some fur [Voluntary] I'm writing this for free you could call it voluntarily I can't jot it down quick, but I'll make it sick First time producing but I produce a lot You call it a little but I call it everyday I'm kinda nervous but I got no worries We're all here for the same reason, so I can keep the steady flow movin' [Odiious] Shoot a b**h in the face to show I'm getting serious Up in Stevie's pad on the toilet sh**tin', furious Peepin' in the locker room since I was toddler, curious f** a b**h before a show hollering b**h hurry This after party with some b**hes always down to f** me Like those b**hes going rough, bedtime rugby Drugs do me, when I wanna f**ing forget Catch me in the cut while I'm f**ing on your b**h You mad boy? How about we face off Bath Salts crazy baby, eat your f**ing face off Better say your prayers b**h, thank Based God Trick you out your mula like I was Bernie Madoff Sike, "s** my dick" like "Gees" was my theme song Tryna get some s*ut b**hes that I could skeet on Think this sh** serious, you got the beat wrong Catch me with a ratchet b**h, showing off her cheap thong Eat my a** like you was eating sh**ty soup Wannabes copying you just a sh**ty dude Good flow rhymes, sniff a quick coke line Wonderin' if I'm the best, I really knew the whole time [Numerous Q's] DOPE RHYMES!