SwizZz - Drop The Bomb lyrics

[SwizZz] Yo, now who's next on the chopping block Is it him? Is it her? What do you think Hop? Should I give em' a chance, or expose them like a camel toe? Split his f**ing head like a cantaloupe? Excuse me diggy doc Dre Is it okay if I jump on the beat, and operate? I'm a doctor myself, minus the med school But all I prescribe is vodka, and Red Bull (yeah) I'm not a alcoholic dad don't worry I'm only 20 drinks in doing 130 Up in the slow lane, acting like I'm not in a hurry Trying to dodge Rick Ross cause I stole his McFlurry (Boss) Don't mind me I'm not thinking clearly I scream at deaf people thinking they can really hear me I spray tag to attract b**hes to get near me And when they do I make em' bob like they're looking for apples (SwizZz that didn't rhyme) Well I don't give a f** This is my song, and you can turn me off (SwizZz you're out of your mind) Well I don't give a f** Pa** me the bong, and let a n***a lift off (Fly high) and that's what I do Looking at planet earth from a birds eye view In the sky with the stars, but no parachute If I happen to fall I'd just take hit number 2 I've been uncouth, since my youth I use to eat playdough and sniff glue And now I drink brews, with the f**ing dudes But it's okay I'm half white too Yeah buddy, f** a payday I'm nutty I'd drop your baby like I'm f**ing clumsy Don't trust me, try not to lust me I'm known to break hearts all my exes want to jump me (yup,hey) But they would still love to f** me They know I keep it funky because I'm repping FV (Yup, hey) n***a I'm chill like Bun B Kicking it like Chun-Li, dirty like my undies (Rah!) Now it's time to get active you mother f**ers Cause I can't stomach less than half you mother f**ers I'mma rush the line, and start tackling mother f**ers So put your jeans on, and stop slacking you mother f**ers (Damn n***a chill out dawg), f** that Lick my nut sack if your mad let your gun clap Put a slug up in my back bust it till my melon cracks Leave me lifeless in the middle of my cul-de-sac Heh, f** a ref I'm official My words are ammunition my mouth is a pistol Even if you get low, I still won't miss you No Kevlar, my shots burn through tissue Lil homie are you sure you wanna do that? Fake foot soldier better go, and get your boot strap Hard body n***a making anybody move back? Hungry on this motherf**ing mic wheres my food at?