FTW

Lyrics

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas] Ain't nobody put a gun to your head and it made you listen A lot of you, I'd rather be dead than to trade positions You bitches will get to dissin', my bitches will get to drippin' You bitches will get to fixin' dinner in pots I piss in And I'm not a politician, indifferent to makin' fans 'Cause I'd rather shake an infant than trip over shakin' hands Damn. and I'm makin' a stand like a witness and I'm makin' 'em mad Hit list when I get into the lab And I hit 'em with a punch and I hit 'em with a ji-ji-jab Anybody wanna fight him, I'm Tyson before the flab And they never gonna make it rain with them itty bitty lames can't hail a cab My bitches thick, I'll put that ripple in they ass While you tryna not to stare like when a cripple trippin' past ya Anybody askin' for favors on they behalves I'm debtin' you 'less it's revenue, then you can do the math Huh, my boo is mad that I'm buzzin', she's scared I'm movin' on A stubborn mothafucka, I stuck with her just to prove her wrong Let that go, I don't really got to sweat 'em, I'mma dead that though Alzheimers for hymens and that's why they so forgettable Pitiful, better when I'm in the middle of a psycho episode The good are dyin' young but I'm tryna live forever so... [Hook: Emilio Rojas] My attitude is fuck you, askin' who the fuck is you You fuckas wanna fuck with me, I promise I'mma fuck you Fuck you, fuck this, what the fuck did this come to Fuck the world and don't ask me for shit So now my attitude is fuck you, askin' who the fuck is you You fuckas wanna fuck with me, I promise I'mma fuck you Fuck you, fuck this, what the fuck did this come to Fuck the world and don't ask me for shit [Verse Two: Killer Mike] My attitude is that of a problem child in an after school Probably this way 'cause I was forced to come after dudes That was fully lame in the game and wasn't half as cool As this fat fly flashy dude that's satin smooth Satin smooth flow nigga, opposite of ho nigga Better get about your grind, your cheese, your cheddar Your hustle, your flow nigga You say fuck me, no homo promo, I'll fuck your ho nigga So 'bout mine, if you take mine, I'll show up with two more nigga Tell you, I appreciate you taking that wicked, need some pro killers Tell honey that she wasn't 'bout no money, she fuck with broke niggas I would tell her fuck her but nah, I ain't a hope giver I would tell you fuck you lame but I don't go nigga Ain't no Eddie Long over here, I rap for dope nigga Keep my shootin' on steady strong I got a scope nigga For all you sucka duck ass niggas and hater crews You say mothafuck me? Nah, mothafuck you nigga [Hook]