Lyracs Lyrics

I know y'all been waiting in patience for oh so long

(here I am)

This is more than a beat with words, this is more than a song

(here I am)

You can't hold me back i'm a monster and i'm way too strong

(way too strong, way too strong)

Shouldn't even put a hook on this shit

fuck a hook i'm a fish and i'm looking for chips

that bail money like I just robbed money and just paled(?) money

and threw money on the fucking thid rail money

i'm the currency, hail money

i'm hungry, the food is stale but i'm real hungry

what the fuck I need to shower for

i'm on hour 4, plus 20 and i'm stuck at this cowards door

yes CO, we know, you gonna let us out in a second cos my mouth is so reckless

for now i'll show remorse; i'm sorry for what I said

next time i'm in the airport niggas is fucking dead

yeah, kill them with kindness then you surprise them

when they screening me tell them eat a penis b

then walk off, I mean hey, it ain't a bomb threat

the pink lavalamp ain't even drop the bomb yet

that's a whole bunch of fire-ass singles

so can it damn it; I make you perspire mad pringles

i'm sorry if this verse was too retarded for ya

but when's the last time I ever put out garbage for ya

am I janitor? you don't ever pay me to put out garbage

but garbage is in my way; so look out garbage

i'm only happy when it rains

if you happy for my pain I hope your daddy's sick with AIDS

and he made you swallow cum for lunch

and you get your AIDS test during Sunday brunch

and when it comes back positive

you got to go to church

and pray forgiveness for thinking about responding to this verse

and it's about to get worse, cos second verse is ada beec(?)

ima make your shit hurt, nigga disperse

I know y'all been waiting in patience for oh so long

(yeah, we gon' cut that, we gon' cut that hook short)

dig this though

How much harder can I go before you shut up

shut up, fuck up, like what up(?)

so what up, i'm a nerd from the gutter

my words are like butter, it deserves to be cut up

dissected, just so you can digest it

yes it's Charles, AKA Mr fuck up your cholesterol

I bet your own heart won't even get involved

you better farting for gas, let it off

I was born in the 216, rep the 212

so do you want shit

i bet the nigga that write for you don't really give a holy shit about your life

so nigga chew on this

niggas claim to be dogs and wolves

they bark is good, but they can't even walk the hood

well nigga, i'm Sonic the pitbull with a pink leash

and rabies, get a clue nigga, Jenkies(?)

And on that note, y'all already know what's about to happen

turn it up, and turn yourself down

Charles Hamilton

Lyrics by, Toby Woods.