Sir Skitzo - Pop Style (Drake Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Sir Skitzo] Look, sick of being hostile I'll be smoking 'til I cough bile I could invest into the stockpile Instead of hoping that I'm gonna make it big off "Pop Style" I'mma sauce it hot, like Waka Flock The album dropped, and died like a baby on its softened spot But, now, I'm mopping slop Hold up, let me just stop to chop My style is pop with a pile of pot They say that they're rich, they stole Lionel's spot f** do you mean? Your lyrics are lame Covering Drake, trying to attract in some fame Say, and you think that you can rap hot You're as useless to the game as a mascot Hit 'em faster in the face with a slapshot Half-p**y and half-b**h; CatDog Better cool him down, he's only getting hotter Get this man some ice or a large gla** of water b**hes call me Daddy, but I know they're not my daughter I'll take that sh** to Maury just to prove I'm not the father f** what I'm doing, I'm oozing in fear The fact that I'm choosing my life or career My time is close, I'm a**uming it's near What I'm pursuing will finally appear