B-Stank - The Breakfast Club III: No Haters Allowed lyrics

[B-Stank; intro] Since we made the Chikorita roast My rivals have been tryna' boast But you fake a** rappers Keep your eyes up on the clock You better sign up for a track team While you runnin' outta time Cause my rhymes will hit ya like a Beyblade and Bakugan combined [B-Stank; verse 1] Shoot like a star Get burnt b**h you just one of many Who's dream exceeded their grasp And now they're f**in' buried I'm knocking kids out left and right like it's Tom and Jerry We might as call this call this cla** The Minus Four Cemetery I'm Mr. Employable In 2nd period I'll smash a table I'm in Dreamweaver But when I code I give ya yellow fever Your a** just sitting there Takin' templates you f**in' cheat I'll drop this beat on ya head like it was concrete [P-Stank; verse 2] Yo, I'm tired of seeing all these no named haters Friends sayin' our bars sound bad like some traitors They better hush up soon before we knock you prone I'm about to send you all the way back to the shadow zone All you haters lookin' like Toe-mater's sh**e Y'all make sh** rhymes with no flavor and no might Ill eat your a** like a tiramisu with no sauce Time to shove off and realize just who's boss PBStank gettin' all this drenched a** p**y While you over their crying like some baby wussy We like Jesse and james robbin sh**ters of their game While You smell like sh** on a hot a** summer day Now a message to Kellogg's Fruity o's O wait I read that wrong it says here struggle studios Just because we ain't like your auto tuned trash Doesn't Mean you can come at PB Stank all bold and brash We work hard for our rhymes and sweating bullets You talk sh** bout our lines so go ahead and pull it But dont get up now or ill be taking four Points off your grade all the way till you hit the floor Now you lucky that thats all the time I have B stank gonna k** you now so I feel kinda bad [B-Stank; outro] You put your left foot in You pull your left foot out You do the hokey pokey And you turn yourself around