3 Credits - Fists of Fury lyrics

(Intro) (Verse 1: Adrug) See Food Im eating it there; handle beef early That it get past medium rare Kabob your mob, ya b**hes is chicken Shawarma Live stocked like a farmer, Alpaca Llama D-O-Ent, we off the meat; blog, but talk is cheap Computer thugs forced to quit. Control. Alt. Delete Ain't hard, tweaking, you're higher than Cheech Marin Geek f*ggit ain't banging between tweeting and chatting My name stay ringing, f** what your men say You're in the middle of the week; you're Wednesday While my sk** level elevating, lyrical entertainment Flow like mom catching you pissing in the sink; Can't explain it Creating mayhem from dawn till dusk, back to the A.M If I can't kick the door down Trey Credits gone' find a way in But u playing with d**, that ain't safe for your health Eminem in 8 Mile, n***a, you playing yourself (Verse 2: 3 Credits) If you claim to be a boss, how much you make an hour Yo, you power tripping; I'll cut off your power Have a power outage through your brains hallway Call me Credits a.k.a. All-Day Mr. Always, believe in The right to bear arms; Matt Forte Acting like seasoned vets, there's only one problem (What's that?) We know ya'll ain't seasoned yet Like a crystal ball, that's crystal clear Acquire the sk**s; perspire to perceiver Capoeira style, only the strong surviving (If you sick and tired like I am then keep firing) Not trying to be the best, just better than you Better than dudes, maybe better than two And I'm talking bout the number, not the number of people Looking through the peep whole, it's something like a freak show Robotic moves really got me in the Matrix So I talk my sh** till my words get wasted And everybody knows the game needs a facelift Matter fact, call me the Surgeon; I get the working (“Get the working” repeat 12x) Yea Outro