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They said, "What do you think, B?" I said, "I don't think"
Call me when these young bucks old enough to drink
Balanced over the sink is how sick I am
Trying to keep my little cousins off Instagram
I'm trying to keep these little toys out my nephew's mouth
He tried to play with my mic, I told him, "Go sit down"
'Cause I'm a shitty babysitter, quick to fuck you and your kid up
I slap him on the back and give him whiskey 'til he hiccup
Oh, I know you think I'd probably make a good dad
But the Big got you tripping, you don't know me like that
I'm a bully, ball-buster, fully grumpy cocksucker
Plus the prettiest narcissist, I got it from my mother
Perfect working example of your worst-case scenario
This is my movie, you're working to earn a cameo
GoPro, shaky hand cam, panoramic scope
One-man distribution, jam it down your throat
'Cause I'm a vehicle, no, I'm a virus
No, I'm a goddamn monster of science
I'm on Facebook, I'm on Fyre
I try to do what I can to stay inspired
"Kicking shit to make MCs back down"
"Finesse and the Phizz is who I like to get it on with"
"I plug in mics and eject my medication"
"Understand what I'm saying?"
So bury me at 35,000 feet
I may be going down, but at least I'll be upright in my seat
These flashy prepubescents with medallions in they necklace
I see 'em with they baggage and they entourage at check-in
Bernard is my bodyguard, I'm laughing as I step in
I hope he's going far, he certainly travels heavy
And probably I bet he's sweatin' taxes and fees
You think you ballin', but your breakfast has your ass in the breeze
I'm absolutely fucking fabulous at smashing MCs
I'm on my Q's and my P's, my penis free of disease
I'm in my Jesus gear, Judas living, crucifix-free
So you can hang out if you want, but don't do it for me
'Cause I'm a heathen, no, I'm a tyrant
No, I'm a peashooter aimed at Goliath
I check engines, I change tires
I try to do what I can to stay inspired
"Kicking shit to make MCs back down"
"Every day, all day and 7 days a week"
"Finesse and the Phizz is who I like to get it on with"
"Understand what I'm saying?"
We was down in North Carolina 'round this time last year
On a hardcore lineup where circle takes the square
The first time it happened was with Scroobius Pip
The PA blew a fuse as soon as my bass hit
I'm facing a big room full of impatient kids
Unaided by the amps or the mics or the rig
Lot of your favorite rappers would've canceled the gig
Held it down both times a cappella like, "Fuck this shit"
If they can't give me a stage, I'm getting up on a chair
That's really all you need to know about my fucking career
The carelessness and the class, write it and read it, it's fact
Either you keep or you trash, ether I'm breathing on tracks
We don't retreat or look back, sleep on my region
Dismiss a legion, I eat with the pack
Clear the way, free up the path, 'fore I put cleats in your back
Creep with the beetles and rats, roaches and creatures that last
Evil Knievel of rap, power to Buddy P
I holler, "Peace" and I leave 'em with that