Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah yeah, turn it up Come on [?] [Verse 1] Sweatshop in this bitch, and you ain't shrugging it off You better go and pick it up, give it love, and get lost My people in the front row, critics up in the loft Talking shit, tryna climb the ladder, fucking your boss Swear the luck [?] skills, trick of the trade They tryna play the money, so we can spit and get paid Sip lemonade, while we sit in the shade Tryna make my first mil so I can give it away [Verse 2] You better ease back It's the attack of the posse Rapper learnin' to party Dancin', burnin' your body fat Perhaps you call me mad Lou Nasty coo, cat kiss my huge cack And suck on my two chaps Better move back Relax, act calm, and start to fidget Come on, don't be timid Throwin' up your middle digit But who's that? Droppin' [?] among the cowards Mr. Marmalade I'll call you back within the hour I'll call you back (Bye) I'll call- I said I'll call you back I'll call you back at 8 I told you, I'll call you back in an hour (Fine, whatever) [Chorus] Turn this shit up just a little (come on now) This here? We're gonna do it like this (this) Turning it up, jump a little (get on now) It's clear, we keep it fluid like piss (piss) Turn this mic up just a little (a little bit more) This song sounds tight- impossible to ignore Da na na na da da na na (sing along now) Da na, da na na, da na na [Verse 3] Excuse me, hold up, wait just a minute right there I'm finna shake you out your wits, sneaker, and underwear, player He's there to test us He must be feeling lucky, ugly I serve it up proper, a lot of people fakin', fuckin' Come on Shit, I did no wrong I just wanna make a song to relate to you all And if it calls for me to step on toes of those opposed I won't slow my roll Oh hell no It's a sweatshop, kid Stumble like a mosh pit Spit out the [?] hop out the closet [?] mark it a hit Well I spent seven years rockin' it and never profited shit Drop kick On those warlock bitches A sore spot, did you think I forgot to zip this? What it is, 'cause it all comes back All you haters swingin' on the balls of my nut sack [Verse 4] I got a tight grip Like your mom's on my white dick Rubbin' my crystal balls, callin' me a psychic Flip the light switch And scream in terror 'cause she's The fuckin' hairiest beast And probably carries diseases And I might slip If I was to try to mount her She's the size of a bouncer With these flies all around her Smellin' like shit Man, you really should bathe her Take her home to her cage Or some soap and a razor [Chorus] Turn this shit up just a little (come on now) This here? We're gonna do it like this (this) Turning it up, jump a little (get on now) It's clear, we keep it fluid like piss (piss) Turn this mic up just a little (a little bit more) This song sounds tight- impossible to ignore Da na na na da da na na (sing along now) Da na, da na na, da na na Turn this shit up just a little (come on now) This here? We're gonna do it like this Turning it up, jump a little (get on now) It's clear, we keep it fluid like piss (piss) Turn this mic up just a little (a little bit more) This song sounds tight- impossible to ignore Da na na na da da na na (sing along now) Da na, da na na, da na na [Outro] Transmission Broadcasting live Transmission Broadcasting live Transmission Broadcasting live Transmission Broadcasting live