Lyrics

[Intro] Get up! I'm setting up a groove in the back Get up! Blank is raising up the roof, that's a fact Get up! Get up! Check it! Yo, Yo [Verse 1] I'm above you like a bird brain, increase the murder rate If you never heard of me I'm back like vertebrae They give me loyalty that of a fair commissioner The only time you had fans was with a broken air-conditioner You're royalty, bitch, I rinse jars I'll make a princess die when I come iller, like Prince Charles You wussy, you came into the gynecologist's office with you girl The doctor looked at you first like you the pussy You wrote a rhyme but it was played, you were too late The only punchline you ever put in your mouth was Kool-Aid You'll get boxed and beat on Oh, Mama, I'm so sorry but my delivery special like Oxxxymiron I'm bananas with my mouth, I got jungle lips The only time you had 16 bars was when you bought box of chocolates I'm strong like moonshine you better watch you liver You lines are so week it says "fragile" when you deliver [Chorus] Get up! I'm setting up a groove in the back Get up! Blank is raising up the roof, that's a fact I'm setting up any competitor ready to be repetitive additive I'm better than any competitor betted on me after I had a fifth Get up! Upsetting every dude with a crack Get up! 'cause Blank is the only truth in the pack I'm setting up any competitor ready to be repetitive additive I'm better than any competitor betted on me after I had a fifth [Verse 2] My inefficient vision of inner fission got me deficient in a mission of competition and intermission But I'm ill, son, you need me like Tom Hanks needs Wilson I heard you girl had a baby boy - say hello to my little son After my text noise, who's next, boys? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're a lonely fuck like sex toys You make virgins less virgin watching, you'll see When they shake your hand that's the closest they get to touching a pussy I don't do shows I just talk shit mostly 'cause after I do a show they say I'm fake, like Kashpirovsky If you got a ghostwriter then I got a spirit to fight You thought I hawked at Tyson when I said "I spit at the mic" I'm dope and I got my cheese too You got no punchlines, rapper, armless people have more punches than you Blank will wear you out, when I give you a blast You will see more hard wear than a computer class [Chorus] Get up! I'm setting up a groove in the back Get up! Blank is raising up the roof, that's a fact I'm setting up any competitor ready to be repetitive additive I'm better than any competitor betted on me after I had a fifth Get up! Upsetting every dude with a crack Get up! 'cause Blank is the only truth in the pack I'm setting up any competitor ready to be repetitive additive I'm better than any competitor betted on me after I had a fifth [Verse 3] Let's get it on! Motherfuckers been spitted on Got the black on white like Sin City's on Got a sensitive arm you ain't half as ill I grab a silly rapper simply like daffodil I laugh until you snap and admit I'm [?] Any melody I flow on I'm like toes on millipede I got multiples you put pros on a pillow pee I take shots at you foes like the nose on artillery Like clothes on Hillary, I'm straight like a suit jacket You moved to Russia became a skinhead and still faggot My crews baggy, 'cause we don't need to see no dude's ass You don't wanna fuck with me like a prostitute with gas If I refuse to last who will you listen to? Rappers are so gay these days, they even piss into Kinda of like prison dudes, except nobody visits you If my lyrics are punchlines then your ears are missing tooth [Chorus] Get up! I'm setting up a groove in the back Get up! Blank is raising up the roof, that's a fact I'm setting up any competitor ready to be repetitive additive I'm better than any competitor betted on me after I had a fifth Get up! Upsetting every dude with a crack Get up! 'cause Blank is the only truth in the pack I'm setting up any competitor ready to be repetitive additive I'm better than any competitor betted on me after I had a fifth