Prezidential Candidates - f** My Opponent Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Prez] Okay I got a minute to real quickly say f** my opponent f** my competetion and f** you if you know 'em If you ride for my opponent you can get straight f**ed Since you played the wrong cards I'mma say "f** luck" I throw fists at paparazzi like "why they watchin' me?" Throw fists at people grabbin' my money like Monopoly Throw your stacks in the air, shoot your rubber bands at 'em Get powdered like erasers in the hallway when I clap 'em And f** the record labels too Basically my competition in this b**h f** you Ain't mean to be so negative but how the f** I ain't signed? Like Magic Johnson thankin' God, "How the f** I ain't died?" I come equipped with these components, I'm paying my atonement And one more time, I'll scream "f** my opponent" I'm on hydro, it's a plus if you grow it Hold your blunt in the air, and say "f** my opponent" [Verse 2: Nasty Boi] f** my opponents, I'm all about that high score (high score) Leave your blood drawn, like a h**n who*e Got your head spinnin' 'round like a revolving door Left speaker, right speaker, sounds make your ears sore Lyrical gore, on the third floor down to the bottom floor Make them boys leave their fate, no offshore So quick, so fast, can't see me anymore Leave you behind like a prisoner of war, for sure Call in the corps, I'm an artist with rapport Giving information like Colbert Report, four in the morn We still up sneakin' through the back like a cold sore Look at our decor, leave you sore to the core Givin' it twice, just as nice, more than once, feelin' right Takin' it back, we goin' so long, she like to deepthroat, havin' it tight We jaw-bustin' s**as, song molesters, make you laugh like jesters Make you sequester your whole career, we the next two chapters Ya'll HIV, we be creatine Ya'll dyin' slow, we make the crowd scream High beamin' make you blind like three blind mice Workin' in the studio, gotta make they mind right Look at the future it's the Prezidential Candidates They fate relates to the grade A taste we create He who hesitates make themselves like bait Roll 'em up, make a joint smokin' hot like Kuwait