Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's easy to criticize When you don't provide next to nothin' Maybe your grievance lies in your real life Not on my pen [Verse 2] If you wanna talk your shit Get yo guts up in the pit Show us what's up, what's up Anybody can talk trash But I bet that you can't cash Any gut stuff, gut stuff [Chorus] If you say you know what's up (The gut stuff!) Show us all your guts (The gut stuff!) See who gives a fuck 'bout you (The gut stuff, The gut stuff!) Think you know what's it Show us all your grit (The gut stuff!) See who gives a shit 'bout you, or anything you do (Oooooh) (The gut stuff!) [Verse 3] All you poseurs love to hate But won't say it to my face Maybe sit down, sit down Don't know shit about music So you pick apart lyrics Like an ass clown, an ass clown So next time you talk your trash Send a link to your tracks So I can laugh now, laugh now I'm an artist, not a brand Stuff yo arrogant demands Up ya ass now, ya ass now [Chorus] If you say you know what's up (The gut stuff!) Show us all your guts (The gut stuff!) See who gives a fuck 'bout you (The gut stuff, The gut stuff!) Think you know what's it (The gut stuff!) Show us all your grit (The gut stuff!) See who gives a shit 'bout you (The gut stuff, Thе gut stuff!) If you think you know what's up (The gut stuff!) Show us all your guts (Fuck you!) See who gives a fuck 'bout you (The gut stuff, Thе gut stuff!) Go and talk yo shit Armchair artist quips (The gut stuff!) You can only wish (The gut stuff!) That you could hit my level And see the asshole that you are! (Oooooh) [Outro] You want the truth? I can't stand you Fuckin' posers! Fuck you!