SC Static - Sleep On This lyrics

Yeah Do me a favor Try to sleep on this Yo, Yeah, Check It (Verse 1) I'm a certified lyricist, validated beat ripper You don't want war I'm an authorized beef winner You tried to front now your b**h'll be deceased with ya You tried to punch but you hit like a relief pitcher You a f*ggot who finger models with hand bags You a p**y who's been through boxful's of Tampax You don't possess any sk** to gobble or slam tracks That's why I'm tempted to fill your nostrils with anthrax I be in convertibles speeding over in fast cars You will suffer surgical bleeding over your cracked jaws I be spittin' verbals to keep it flowin' and rap hard You be at the urinals peaking over the splash guards I'm rappin' best cause I'm a hazardous beast The only time your having s** is with a f*ggot in briefs The only time you've been molested by your dad and a priest The only time you've been arrested's by the fashion police, f*ggot (Static Talkin' sh**) Yeah, this sh** is fun man What you didn't think I could do punchlines too You kiddin' Yo, Check It (Verse 2) Your equivalent to a stoner with a bowl and a spliff I'm equivalent to a holster of a soldier equip Plus I'm colder then a boulder in the polar abyss Stare through a telescope that's focused on a solar eclipse, yeah I be spittin' game to b**hes and they flirtin' back You be in the corner checkin' out the thermostat Legit with rhymin' that's why I can make these words attach You're simple minded you probably think the earth is flat You claimin' you slangin' and sellin' dimes and zips of bud But parking tickets the only crime you're convicted of You claim you gutter and you reside up in Inglewood But changing oil's the only time that you're in the hood I ain't smokin' weed for medical reasons But I'm the reason why your wife's been late for several meetings The reason why she's always sore in all her s**ual regions The reason why me and your children have identical features Yeah, haha those are my kids man I ain't paying for them though, you gotta pay that child support Haha yeah that sh** was nice though, your wife I mean Yeah, the home stretch right here Check it, yo listen (Verse 3) I'm filled with furious irritation and steady anger And that's why every collaboration's a heavy banger You tried to flee and get away but there's already danger I play Russian Roulette with a bullet in every chamber I'm gettin' crazed, but nobodies tryna murder me I'm gettin' praised, but nobodies even heard of me I'm gettin' paid, but don't have a day of work in me I'm gettin' hazed, but ain't joining a fraternity You couldn't get rid of me if you locked me away from home Can't be defeated you couldn't drop me with David's stones And if you attempt to put a stop to my crazy poems You'll take a fishing trip to the locker of Davy Jones All you bloggers and tweeters talking and contemplating I'm better then your favorite rapper f*ggot stop debating You're all talk with no action like Barack with changing I'll smash your face until it looks like a Pica**o painting Yeah, yo I ain't one to toot my own horn but haha You know what I'm not even gonna say it You sleep on me you're sleepin' on the best, yeah