Pat Battle - Motherf**er lyrics

[Hook] I'm the motherf**er with a grin and a grudge f** you! f** that! Why you f**ing my buzz? I hear no - See no - Fear no people Or mad f**ery - Trying to f** with me Motherf**ers plugging these dumb f**s And it's f**ed up - I'm like what the f**? So this sh**e right here - Inspired by the beer Cheers! I'm the motherf**er of the year [Verse 1] Rough! That's the sound of a freak! Demon in my bones, and it's bound to the beat Ground to a heap, every noun that I reap It drowns in my dreams, so I frown in my sleep f** it, I'm High! Departed the carpet and said "Wa**up" to the sky Oh my - Gotta go to the job in a minute f** - My - Life - But I'm in it And I never get a sense that I'm equipped to even win it When here comes Freddie Follower with an opinion Get the f** out my face with that sh**! Dark matter made outer space for my dick Shoot billiards with planets, hit Pluto the cue ball And knock Uran*s off of the table and out the pool hall You - Will - Fail - f**! I hear your lyrics and I'd rather read Braille I'd rather eat stale old vagina Than deny this little envy that I feel when a MC gets a deal To compensate I cop a date and copulate the thought away Ramming like a banana trying to get back in the peel f** Yeah! I got more soul than Tsang Sung What mortal could corner me in this portal? Name one The slurs that they sang in the burbs, the shame stung But my biggity-brain is conditioned for pain Position remains, not a mission for fame You kick it Wu-Tang? Well I listen to same Shame on a n***a who don't call himself God But call himself a n***a in front of his God? - Odd Off - Cough - My God, I'm at a loss The cost? Point out the boss, so I know who I gotta toss Like a salad - Take a mallet to the cabbage - Kablam! Let these motherf**ers know who the f** I am [Hook] [Verse 2] Whooo! Blasphemy! That's how you ask for me To the mountaintop from the bottom of the canopy Smack a rapper in the forehead dead with a can of peas Campy, but I can't appease everyone in this rhapsody Staffing this academy's taxing on my reality No-School - f** the new and old folk formalities I'll casually pull apart the faculty's anatomies The head bone's disconnected from the neck bone And the neck bone's been ejected from the collar bone The collar bone's intersected with the shoulder bone Them bones, they gone, when I crush 'em into foam Wack rappers get bashed down into patty cakes Cause happily I take as much sh** as my Daddy takes None, son - I don't front for no puns I f** for the right to go hunt for the rum Brum-pu-pum-pump - Honey you eyeing me? I'll heat it up like the sun - Give you vitamin D! - I-C-K from the P-A-T-R MCs to M-E are delayed retards A Pre-Cog, I see into the future and deep y'all I just wanna evade the inevitable decay Rot! Rot! Not my hip hop You can s** nuts hipster, eat a dick with your weak blog My balls free fall whenever I'm on the beat dawg My style ain't in a weight cla**, it's a street brawl Fall behind like a fawn, Imma spring like a Cheetah The blinging and the banging that you bringing is cheap talk So back it back it up like a Mack brand truck Patrick, what the f**? This is not all adding up Like Aladdin on the rug, one thing - (Aladdin: Do You Trust Me?) Then snap your trap shut Fudd, it's rappers we're hunting [Hook] Cause I'm the motherf**er with a grin and a grudge f** you! f** that! Why you f**ing my buzz? I hear no - See no - Fear no people Or mad f**ery - Trying to f** with me Motherf**ers plugging these dumb f**s And it's f**ed up - I'm like what the f**? So this sh**e right here - Inspired by the beer Cheeeeeeeeeers! [Verse 3] Wanna stunt my thunder? f**er, take a number I pace to my own beat, play my own drummer The sum of my summaries even summits some summers I somersault the slums, and a**ault Big Brother In front of his punk mother with a Stone Cold Stunner When it come to lyrics, seriously I'm a lover If I hate it, I don't hide it, no I'm never undercover When you greet me you better utter - (Kid: Hello Motherf**er) It's why I walk a tight rope with White folks A slight stroke of genius, I ease between this Fine line binding the urban with the earnin' Lower middle cla** act, rap without a permit Come hither hip hop, get up on my lap I know how to treat ya, like "Hi Felicia!" I'm not dying to speak to ya, if you need a VCR I got a fat Magnavox stock back in the car Enough of the innuendo, though it's fresh as a Mentos Oppose my crescendo, the polls they been closed My ten toes tickle when I hear your little riddles That your Mammie helped scribble, I feel a giggity-giggle Lyrically in a pickle, I wiggle out of it swiftly Mix titty milk with chocolate Nesquickly Forgive me, it's in me, the filth and it spills My temple it tilts with an axis of ill [Hook] Cause I'm the motherf**er with a grin and a grudge f** you! f** that! Why you f**ing my buzz? I hear no - See no - Fear no people Or mad f**ery - Trying to f** with me Motherf**ers plugging these dumb f**s And it's f**ed up - I'm like what the f**? So this sh**e right here - Inspired by the beer Cheers - I'm the motherf**er of the year, and - I'm the motherf**er with a grin and a grudge f** you! f** that! Yeah I'm f**ing with d** I hear no - See no - Fear no people Or mad f**ery - Trying to f**ing f** with me Motherf**ers plugging these dumb f**s And that's f**ed up - I'm like what the f**? So this sh**e right here is inspired by the beer Cheers! I'm the motherf**er of the year