Ronnie Radke - Stupid Boy lyrics

R. R. versus the whole damn state No girls on the jury I done lost my case My attorney’s nevous what the judge will say About that fresh tattoo up on the side of my face I got your b**h sending flicks to me naked I be rocking stages while you’re minimum wagin’ Ha, no guns in my waist man But I know a few dudes that are down to catch a case man And ill welt you up and I’m down to scrap As a matter a fact you better get back Motherf** clit clat attack Everybody with a Mac sitting in the back of cla** f**ing strapped Amanda Bynes (Call her Bynes) Maybe I’m crazy, amazing in the cranium, praying for haters to actually face me [Hook] I’m just a stupid boy and I know why Spendin’ all my time on the wifi And I wonder why (Why) I do not have a life All I wanted is a b**h to f** me (f** me) But all these stupid b**hes want to love me (You’re cute) But inside I am ugly U-u-u-u-u-u-u-ugly Made about a mill this year Made a big impression b**h, I am here I f**ed the game up You can call it sodomy My record label’s acting like they just won the lottery Ha, my girl’s a temptress Man I got a girl, baby mama, and mistress “What? You got a mistress?” “No, no, no, it’s not what it looks like, it’s just rap.” “What?!” “I’m just kidding. No calm down, it’s just…” “OH MY fu*kING GOD” HAHA I am not kidding So much p**y I am tripling digits Yahh, While I’m still standing While out on your b**h like my name is Nick Canon (Canon) Who wants to start sh**? I’m the darkest, sharpest blade but I sharpen Rawest f**in’ beef in the market You’re harmless Grab a carpet Wrap your carcus in it I’m far from finished Bury you in the back of my garden wit it! (Wake up, wake up, wake up, it’s the first of the month) When I open my eyes ‘till the time that I close ‘em, I’m a soldier, supernova, bro sh** (Get up, get up, get up, ‘cause you gotta get up) Gotta get dat money, never gonna fold up, I’m tired of sleeping on the sofa Is this what I’m supposed to be? A motherf**in’ cracker, it’s in my genes I rap better and faster than anybody in the rap scene, I’m already rocking Get it? Rock king, as in the crowns on me and I’m rocking the boat on my time and so please don’t quote me and I won’t squeeze this motherf**in’ pen, b**h, it’s like a gun, it’s fun when I pull the trigger on the paper confrontin’ every motherf**in’ hater I’m huntin’ (I’m beginning to feel like a rock god, rock god) Word to Em and Dr. Dre ‘cause they’re the reason I rock this way DOG [Hook] R. R. versus the whole damn earth (earth) I’ve been this way since my f**in’ birth I told you foreign f**s I ain’t a Ukrainian But I’m Russian Get it? At your cranium (ha ha) Ooooh, he is so witty (thanks) Ooooh, he is so pretty Now kids, (yeah) Don’t do d** (Okay) I’m kidding, get it? They’re so much fun Rap and rocked, rolled into one Lock and loaded with ammo Stocked and stowed away with guns Unless you rock and roasters decide to talk and boaster Who’s got the biggest glock and holster I suggest you do not open your mouth and run Get back Better watch out here I come DOG Get sacked Ready to attack anybody let’s play bub It’s fourth and inches Gotta swarm the fences Gotta get that goal Gotta score the winnin’ touchdown with my nuts out I’m a Viking b**h And I punish towns f** you b**hes Politican, octified, misogynistic My hatred for women growin’ bigger with each day that I’m livin’ Some masochism lovin’ the crap that I’m spittin’ After the fact I wrap it in bow And givin’ it to hos in your home on Christmas Happy Chanekah Feliz Navidad Happy New Year Now take off your bras I told you broad that your p**y is bomb And I’ll f** you who*e like you never been f**ed before Ah, ah, ah [Hook]