Will Rehm - Timbs & Stilettos lyrics

[Verse 1: Will Rehm] I'm not a pessimist, I was thrown into a mix full of gloomy lunatics in need of a mental health specialist A lyrical terrorist Word extremist A Rhyming chemist The strangest emcee to ever touch the mic I lick shot's threw my tongue and a stomp box I drink peroxide to heal my insides Looking co*keyed Walking out side I got a lot of problems, now everybody on my blocks got them Screaming f** the world like 2Pac when them two cops shot him Bleeding like ripped hymen I'm armed with a firearm the size of a lineman, a Lisa Ann Iron on Took Simon and piledrived him I'm slim Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon Someone hang this man Went to the news stand some dudes hopped out of a blue Van Lit the first man on fire, the next f*ggot gave me his shoes like they didn't fit him Pulled out my gun and started dropping them in a rhythm The Grim Reaper keeps playing games on me Am I keeper? Or am I just gonna die from a seizure, bite my tongue off like a deranged creature? Jeepers! Beat your wife in a Wife-beater Take your daughter and keep her Sadistic pleasure Too much Pressure Looking for weapons in a Webster dictionary My vision scares me I don't believe what I see I argue with every thought I have On behalf of my self I'll probably cut my wrist in half and burn in hell I rock the mic well it ain't hard to tell Went to the Hotel rang the bell for service A Cartel came through with Carmel Stilettos Good thing these fellows were in the Ghetto I said "hello" and stabbed the first dude with a sharp flute, knocked him over stole his loot and bit him Called my crew in Timbs and yelled "Get him!" We chased these f**ers to the gym, pinned all of them and skinned them Hopped in the Station Wagon like we some futuristic Pilgrims, burned all of our victims, their Chickens, and kicked their Kittens Blew a piston right by some Christians, they all flew a way like some Pigeons Cause we the Satanic Villains, f** Religion The only important decision I make is which prescription to take I'm a snake who will break your chin and drown you in Detroit Lake This b**h is faker than her finger nails and eye lashes I grow a mustache and grab her a** faster than the Flash and dash all the way back to the Neverland Ranch with a f**ing ham sandwich Vanish, and come back speaking Spanish in Spandex Check my pulse, my skulls dull The sh** I say don't make sense like Dykes using dil*os I dose off on some not supposed to overdose No-Doze pills My rhyming sk**s got you climbing hills This sh** still ain't paying the bills So I guess I'm going in for the k** Why guess? It's a yes or no answer so yes I will People don't buy sh** no mo' they just dub it You gotta make them fear you before they feel you, so everybody buy my CD or I'm a come k** you