Shawn Kemp - Bathory Motives lyrics

[Intro: Nickelus F] Nah nah, it ain't no chill. f** that I'mma say that sh**. Yo I swear before God yo, these b**h a** n***as out here talking all that "I'm nice" sh**, talking that "old n***a" sh**, talking about that we got next... nah f** that, b**h. You ain't got sh**, n***a. I'm tired of these non-rapping a** n***as wanna be down a** motherf**ers, all these "oh oh, oh you my n***a till I decide I ain't getting on your mixtape" head a** n***as. But real recognize real, n***a, rap ain't for you b**h, go get a job. Use your degree. You are not a rapper, motherf**er. You are not nice. Your a** ain't impressing nobody, n***a. Ain't nobody listening to that sh** that you're dropping. Motherf**ers hate to ride in the car with your bum a**. You sitting there playing that sh**, bobbing your head all crazy like it's some ill sh**. Your n***a looking at you like "n***a if you don't turn this wack sh** off." n***a, that's you. Meanwhile your girl riding with you texting me talking about "wish this n***a would cut this sh** off." That motherf**er is delusional, straight up [Hook: Lil Ugly Mane] I got Bathory motives I bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that's how it is) I'm sneaking in the back before they notice With this f**ing gat that's loaded (And that's how it is) I roll up on my foe and grab my quota Then dispose of my opponent (And that's how it is) Then I'm smoking on the doja like a soldier Till my brain the size of protozoa (And that's how it is) [Verse 1: Nickelus F] I be the P-E-crucifix-E-Y, you see I Leave my prints like bare feet walking seaside Everybody waiting for D-day, the decline When we die, but rewind me in the meantime Out to get my piece of the pie, yeah the key lime We ten deep in 10Deep,I just hit Kei's line We barely keeping gas in that neon I'm noble like a gas, neon [Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane] I might get blood up on my sneakers if my peoples in trouble Two snakes rap around a steeple eating each other Why we use the cheddar as a measure of our opulence? More like gots my reputation scribbled on deposit slips (And that's how it is) [Verse 2: Nickelus F] I put my nuts on the street Yo f** the world, I hope it cum and it and queef Uh-huh, it's Petey Petey back up in this motherf**er once again With a pocket full of hydrocodones, you want one they go for 10 Who knows, you might get three for 25 It's all depending if the Frigidaire got food up in it For all my children As long everybody's eating nobody gets hurt I smoke a blunt before and after church Look how we took control I told you n***as we had next (necks) And now I'm at your throat I got bills up to the trachea My life is way crazier than a Hangover movie I wish I could say I made it up Homies committing suicide, getting murdered or locked up Even a baby mama got a side b**h got knocked up Bodies outlined right where the hopscotch got chalked up Angry mail man with them b**hes, beat the box up When I was having dinner I scribbled on the napkin Then took it to the booth and recorded an instant cla**ic [?] so I'm trying to do some good to balance out the bad karma How you gon be religious and superstitious? They'll be trying to piece you together with super stitches You too pretentious, I'm out for uber riches I'll shoot a clip in your brain then get blue like computer glitches [Hook: Lil Ugly Mane] I got Bathory motives I bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that's how it is) I'm sneaking in the back before they notice With this f**ing gat that's loaded (And that's how it is) I roll up on my foe and grab my quota Then dispose of my opponents (And that's how it is) Then I'm smoking on the doja like a soldier Till my brain the size of protozoa (And that's how it is) [Verse 3: Lil Ugly Mane] b**h I got Bathory motives, I bathe in rappers hemoglobins Blow my nose in your rhyme book and still have doper approaches I'm flashing b**hes the Cobra, you flashing lights on the modem Sip Jack and soda with Oprah and laugh at you decomposing Smoke half of the OZ and pa** out later on codeine I body more rappers in raps, I'm k**ing the wack shows you promoting I'm zoning, not overdosing I told you I'm morose with these flows that I'm composing Some links I'm talking Cuban I don't bother with blue checks The who's-who abused the who's next, the who's crews moves next My team stack cheese, we touched more keys than Brubeck Proof is in the pudding, turned stone k**ers to oobleck Rhymes stanky like boot sweat, Ugly Mane and Nick F Two pistols and two TECs Left your whole stoop wet then finished it with a suplex Told him he should walk it off, you know that Richmond be the city that we mob! [Verse 4: Nickelus F] First Tity Boi went to 2 Chainz, Malice went to No Malice Then Nickel F went to Petey I'm sitting sweet with 3 grams in a Dutch until I'm staggering drunk And hang loose like a f**ing dashiki I saved for two months to try and get a pair of Yeezys At the same time my auntie lost her foot to diabetes I grew a beard like a yak, it's hella peasy Get everything I want without a genie believe me, n***a A hornet flew into my mouth while I was singing out I just bit the head off *ptew* spit the stinger out It flew across the room and hit the wall like a dart Bulls eye, when I pull mine I always hit the mark You know I'm here to ball, showed up to the mall With a f**ing shopping cart, like n***a knock it off But I'm like f** you, you don't know how hungry I was b**hes wouldn't f**, you don't know how horny I was Just a young n***a, trying to make a name out this b**h But n***as acting like they don't hear what I'm saying out this b**h They steady trying to trap me in a lane out this b**h But this is god body rap, I made my claim out this b**h It's like I walked out of a tomb after three days out this b**h Smoking on something that's smelling like a grave out this b**h I'm out for steak and mashed potatoes with the gravy out this b**h All I'm tryna hear is yes, ain't no maybes out this b**h n***as steady asking what happened with Drake up out this b**h But I'm like f** that sh** I got four babies out this b**h I've been busting my a**, y'all been lazy out this b**h First pitch of the inning but I'm going crazy out this b**h I done took it to the max, B and I'm wavy out this b**h And I pray that n***a get free and we can get wavy out this b**h Man you know my sh** that crack, I'm from the 80s out this b**h So ain't no more free music, y'all gon' pay me out this b**h