Stevo - Default Dance Song to Make Us Famous lyrics

(First Verse - Fick) They be like Fick, can you teach me how to Ficky? Cause your rhyme's divine, and that green you roll is sticky First pick overall so you know that I am heaven sent You weren't even good enough to be Mr. Irrelevant f** with my intelligence? I will not embellish it By yourself up in that room, consider me the elephant Back to that rappin' tip, Fick is just attackin' it Sorta like Christ, my conception is immaculate But back to some facts man, hear is the basics I can see clearly cause my third eye just had LASIK I stay sick, always spittin' up blood Then I put it in my pen and on the paper let it run Yea thoughts run deep, you turn so sleek 22 years old, haven't even reached my peak On to that Ficky dance, keep your body in a trance Arm so strong that your girl tried to grab my lance (Second Verse - Czar) They be like Steele, can you teach me how to Cory? The b**hes lookin' at me on the floor they gettin' horny Hoppin' on the beat yea I can keep it corny No deal I am scoring, why?, they say I'm boring They say they are snoring when I am recording There's no money pouring, no mansion affording No hands that are forming together are for me Now get to the story, hello, good morning How are you doing? Yea I hear ya booing You are not pursuing so just keep it moving Hatred they are spewing, so I am concluding The Cory, the grooving, that I am debuting (Third Verse - Stevo) They be like Stevo, can u teach me how to Steve? You can find me aisle 9, Publix labeled saltines Or you can find me in the studio tryin' to act mean Itchin' and sniffin' out you pussies cuz baby I'm a fiend Tryin' to do me... is a wise decision Why don't you relay that over to my competition I'm on a cream roll baby, and I ain't talkin' 'bout food And I don't mean to be rude, just stay away from this dude You can't touch me when I come through, you know how I f**in' do An antique on display your home girl gets a view and then she knew that later Ooh baby ooh, time flew baby, flew I left feelin' cool and I ain't dip in no pool So you better jot some notes on my swag depicted As you can see my chronicles are riddickkk-ulous Man I been diesel you f**in' weasel Oh now you're gettin' emo, go puff up u f**in' cheeto, Stevo