We Don’t Fuck Around

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample (Apathy)] I spend every dime (Here we go!) [Chorus: Guru Sample] "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" "Ready to tear shit up" "Ready to tear shit up" "Ready to tear shit up" When we're doing our thing you know we don't fuck around [Verse 1: Apathy] Yo, I simply assemble several semi-automatic pistols To pop you pitiful twits like zits before I lift you Off the ground like a countdown, NASA to Cape Canaveral Fuck tapin' a battle, I'll put ya face in the gravel The ricochets and the shrapnel, will situate in your clavicle Slip a disc in your back, until you collapse in a casual Sittin' position, listenin' while I'm spittin' some writtens The friction buildin' inside of ya mug, while the blood is tricklin' Drippin' right out your nose like hoes with coke addiction And under no condition will I break my focused vision Every flow I'm kickin' go the distance Make your engine blow the pistons, overthrow kings with no resistance Show 'em photos of bodies floatin' I brutally break Got bludgeoned in Vancouver then dropped at Kootenay Lake I'm never musically fake, I got hundreds of homies That'll co-sign my rhymes with a hundred 100 emojis Always hunt for the phonies who try to bump they bologna And I'd prolly fuck they slut, if her butt wasn't so bony They bums bummin' a bogie, you buzzards are so below me I'm buggin', I'm never budgin', you motherfuckers, I'm Kobe! [Chorus: Guru Sample] "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" "Ready to tear shit up" "Ready to tear shit up" "Ready to tear shit up" "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" [Verse 2: Apathy] And while you rollin' up blunts and light weed I'm rollin' up on alien squads at light speed There ain't another rapper that's spittin' this like me That dude you say that's different you like? There's like 3! I've always been consistent, so when suckers bite me Comin' off like you're perfect, I'm Kermit with iced tea (exactly) My brain's electric currents, like phones they jailbreakin' Never do us current, I'm currently trailblazin' Make me following currents on yachts with sails waivin' You chasin' currency, encouraged to hail Satan That dude's probably curtsyin' under your breath curse me There's curses in my verses so the radio reverse me Like *fuck* these bitches they can suck my *dick* There ain't a crew on this planet that can touch my clique Eclipse whole rapper's albums with a bullshit mixtape My shit straight *pops!* up on your ass like click bait Eviscerate the haters and hang 'em from they intestines Bitches I'm never stressin' but talk like they interestin' Bunch of rap whores is like, "Rap for us!" So I talk right to the camera like Zack Morris [Chorus: Guru Sample] "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around" "Ready to tear shit up" "Ready to tear shit up" "Ready to tear shit up" "When we're doing our thing, you know we don't fuck around"