Your Boy for Life - Burnin' Up the Canvas lyrics

Your Boy for Life "Burnin' Up the Canvas" OH YOU DONE fu*kED UP NOW! That's it, it's over now SIR YERR SEASON HAS RETURNED! [Verse 1] Yo, Let's get right to the facts, if you know me go "yerrr, where you at?" You don't know me, better get you a map and then holla back god Catch me on the boulevard, reppin' Queens Mad hard in some fitted jeans spittin' 16's I'm nasty a** wicked I'll punch a hole in your stomach, rip out your gallbladder and play hackey-sack with it f** a paralytic I lift a wheelchair up and throw it at you with your f**ing grandfather in it Viciously I'm physically able to split Your body in perfect symmetry, if you mention me Thinking you the hottest? You'd stand a better chance beating Kirstie Alley in a Hot Dog Eating Contest Yo, you think you can spit? I beat the f**ing sh** out of you with a piece of your rib Repeatedly over your chest til it's wide open Then I blow weed in your lungs to test for second-hand smoking [Hook] Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?) Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?) Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?) Now pick up the pieces, what do you got? I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go! [Verse 2] f**ing with my new flow Barry Bonds a motherf**er out to Pluto The type of sh** I get myself in, wouldn't you know? I think about it every time I f** a new hoe Wait! When I walk up in the spot motherf**ers give me dap and love When I walk up in the club they like what's up? When I go, give a pound, gotta big crowd all around Spit a flow, do a round, and you know it's going down No doubt, now what the hell you talking about? Heavy in a Chevy I'm burning up the Pirelli's Come out and show me what you all about Battle at the cemetery where the motherf**ers get buried, b**h [Hook] Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?) Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?) Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?) Now pick up the pieces, what do you got? I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go! [Verse 3] Never thought I'd be here, never thought I'd see clear Let me hear that bullsh**, spit it in my ear, one time-one time And it be so hard, so hard but no complaining Maintaining the wake and bake, what you believe in is fake I'm a 5'11, 155 pound heavyweight Vanilla Silverback gorilla ape on this mixtape I'll battle anywhere And beat the sh** out of you in front of your daughter, ejaculate on her teddy bear You wanna bring the drama? You're better off snapping a photo of a Yeti sodomizing a Chupacabra I'm a boss, yes And I live my life like the numbers 2 and 3 in Spanish cause I dos tres (don't stress) I be on 71st Continental in a rental Puffing governmental, playing heavy metal Plain to see I'm doing my thang b Gang be Q-Crew and I'm the man G [Hook] Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?) Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?) Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?) Now pick up the pieces, what do you got? I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!