By Popular Demand

Lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "Scaring motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks" "Back for all you suckers" "Got that shit for y'alls people to rock to" [Verse 1: Apathy] Been a renegade since 2nd grade Fuck a lemonade stand, sold the blood from the men I slayed I'm mopping up the stage you can smell the brains Heart full of Hell's rage, time to load the 12 gauge Satan's sober I don't even need the Belvedere I can smell this jealousy like a dog can smell your fear Fully blacked out, strategy mapped out Lucifer's jealousy he was the reason he was cast out You can smell the Hatorade, the juices The judgements of Jesus, jack moves by Judas Benny Blanco plotting on Carlito You trying to be Michael when you less than Tito I'm sick of the delusional, sick of your sore ego Fuck licking shots, here's the tip of the torpedo I gave birth to your bitch ass and you can quote it If I never told 'em your name then nobody would know it [Verse 2] Fuckin' wanna be Drake I don't wanna battle, I wanna punch you in your face Please get your own style Half the female rappers tougher than the niggas now How is that G, what is this, Glee? I wish a nigga would act pretty 'round me You are so rice pudding soft too sloppy I am so ? Skinny jeans and lipstick Are you a rap artist or somebody's mistress? Niggas will shake your hand and plot on your whip So I keep a bomb in the trunk, go ahead take it See some of yall niggas is too smart for your own good Too grimey for your own hood Zero code of conduct, no good Color purple niggas, but me I'm like rosewood [Scratch Hook x2] "Scaring motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks" "Back for all you suckers" "Got that shit for y'alls people to rock to" [Verse 3 - Blaq Poet] I got the murderous bars Drunk on the block Gun cocked, bucking at the stars I don't give a fuck about none of you fools I don't give a fuck if you paid dues you food I been doing this since you was on titty milk In front of the judge doing dirt, admitting guilt Walking around, with the mac boy Been a bad boy way before puff Standing on the block with the redtops stuffed Enemies get dealt with quick It's no turning back when you step in shit Might as well shut the fuck up and play your position I can see you soft without the x-ray vision Bitch motherfucker, talking all this tough talk I danced with the devil, and broke his fucking pitchfork [Verse 4] Lets switch it on em black I pitch forks, velocity fastball Randy Johnson I wish ? more than Charles Bronson Have ya dodging streets more than white folks in Compton