Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Galactus Redux lyrics

n***a you ain't gotta like me to love me.... [Verse 1] Live life, die never That sh** sound clever Rest in peace to my n***a Payso, you live forever I was armed with that bullsh** Brought up off that bullsh** That Chuck D, that Ice Cube That hard sh**, that n***a so soft He starting to get retarded EX change my name cause Barack's in office His inauguration will stop my conviction So y'all can s** my dick until that n***a will be different You lame mission christians Unapologetic in my convictions Said it because I meant, I'm cynical b**h I'm legend in the flesh Go on, check my resume, then ask Why these whack a** n***as all ahead of me There's f**in' virgin lips No I ain't s** a dick I slurp a bloody p**y before I be making facts Bite me down, light me f**a I'm alotta sh**, but I ain't no s**a Three straps on a back, watch three chuckles No way back for a black motherf**er Where the A train? where the C train? Where the few people that still think that I'm sane? I live in a society but n***a I ain't Kane I see them n***as creepin' I'll hit 'em up with the flame When I bang motherf**er, I bang I f** a b**h down, 'till my nuts be drained Eye-ball a n***a, collect action figures But still you can't find me a rapper who's realer f** you... [Bridge] Galactus... Who want it? who-who-who want it? Who want it? who-who-who want it? Who want it? who-who-who want it? Who want it? who-who-who want it? [Verse 2] My life's like the movie Heavy Metal, but ghetto You told me I ain't your type, but b**h you gon' settle Vote for Pedro, Underdog tatted on my arm I'ma set it down, a bowl of my lucky charm I'm a don in my own mind Hit you with a clothesline Law struck, that's why hook be blowing up my phone line I comb fine, if I ain't that I'm pulling a Cyrano I pour it in a cup, and n***as shake it in a bottle Desperado, but the f**? feel like I won the lotto My lines, copastyle, but my lifestyle, raw That's how I'm living, I'm living, they pull at any minute I ain't a living social, and the planet can prevent it From different planets, advantaged with a stolen box of finished comic Books, checkmate, green up, I don't do I was the mild man, the Bruce Banner type Crack enemies harder than proficiate Saturday my fantasy how can it be? Reality ain't been too kind to me Psycho dichotomy, divided by all the demons inside of me Product of my environment, honestly though, I like this sh** Memo to the blogs that won't play me, f**ing s** my dick Slurp...