Deed
[Verse 1: Sweetheartz]
If you got a problem with me, you let me know it
I expect you to talk bad at a show
And give me jealous looks, the tells that translate
You're just as fed-up with the bull and full of the hate
You want to talk, finally you seem to have my attention
Couldn't bother me before, and how!
You want me to stop helping, be on suspension?
Where it's needed, I got the deed to inherit hip hop's Pitié-Salpêtrière
Tear it up, grow hair on it, cut her up and mark it
Maybe I give back the Roh-Bot
Sign my name on a tootsie rapper tout de suite like I'm a rockstar
Recruit a group of you reactor types
And amp your careers like a raw fruit exhibits your fears
When you toot out your ears
Cus my loot rocks like Pabst Blue Ribbon beers
You hear me, fear me, try and get near me?
I'm all over your clause like a Santa
With cause to respect your choices, you problems, your voices
I'm not a gift but uh, good luck, I'm annoyed shitless
Some of you look good shirtless, know what to do with a buck:
Get the b.f.f. with the b.f., you got a fanner and a fan of the fuck
Say it again, say that I suck
(Chorus)
There's no catch line, there isn't
I think it's just wrong
You can't leave a beat with a hole in the song
I'm rolling with rose of the best, your bud seedy and shady
Real mature you cock sucker. Kinda good for you, lady
You realize you just insulted half my friends?
And now imma mess your ass up
Take her out boys, she's a little tainted
Thinks she's not all that so she's making fun of my butt fat
Would you do some good and show her that I'm not selfish
It's just that I'm not one to complain, and my reign don't smell like shellfish
I'm a little mermaid, as cute as can be
Why won't you look at him, and stop picking on me?
I'm serious, I can't handle the stares
I'm so aware that your there, I just don't care
Cus your Adam's apple ain't hanging
And what's the point of banging like a scissor pair?
I blow on the dice and tell you which one looks nice
Point you toward a lord rockin like Jay-Z and Ice awards
I mean e-v-e-r-y one of those words
I'll back you up on every one of your talents
But you will see my talons when you get in front of my man
Start brushin him on his arm like "Hey what's up? You got counted?"
I see you, I'm not pushy, but like, you don't stand a chance
I barely got him, and he's got a flask in his pants
I mean, if he show it to you, you'll let me know
And if he wants to let you taste it, go on head give it a blow
I'll get him a better one tomorrow
If you think I'm being serious right now
Then give it a borrow
See what happens
Uh-oh, I tricked you
You got caught cheating
I wish I didn't have to beat you
But you understand the reason
Who's the most badass one of the Cencus
Looping round the world on the arms of a gymnast?
I got more stories, and war stories
Mint on my breath, and my kiss of death
A trunk, a crowbar and six ounces of absinth
The twitch of a dieing rat, the itch you can't scratch
The abs totter than tight rope, rap so fat you can't match
Bolder than Denver, mas Amarillo que Lubbock
What language am I speaking, if your peaking, I'm lovin' it
I throw you out like the trash you are
When you get up in my biznitch. (Biotch)
Get on going home now, your mommas waiting
She stills wants you, go see her and stop negating
I'm not asking, you're through masking your true self through your fear
There's no time for week nubes cus we got man pubes to clean up over here
They watching telly like "Grow me a belly" "Roll me a filly" "Bring your ass up!"
I'm like, "All about it!" "Got your dough outed" "Check quarters with my teeth, uh."
I'm sick as entertainment and bring more pleasure than a arraignment
Win like I'm payed to, careful like a picture painted
Portrait of a astronaut, cus I appreciate depth
Got more thoughts up here than a fat kid loves meth
They don't love it at all, they ain't a thing going on
Shut up
There's no catch line, there isn't
I think it's just wrong
You can't leave a beat with a hole in the song
I'm rolling with rose of the best, your bud seedy and shady
Real mature you cock sucker, kinda good for you, lady
