Spose - B.M.F. lyrics
Unhhhhhh It's like sounding like I just had a stroke Unhhhh (We smoked it all!) [Chorus] They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judgin', Ha**lehoff I hang with trees, McIntosh I made another track, you were jackin' off They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judgin', Ha**lehoff I hang with trees, McIntosh I made another track, you were jackin' off [Verse 1] No tard on the mic, go hard, bo*er-like make tracks that you get mad at Smilin', makin' hits like domestic violence, where the motherf**in' stepdads at? Right here if you're where I'm from, we never wanna do what our parents done Mine smoked weed, I got a pair of blunts so I guess I'm a hypocrite a little bit drunk Bro go adjust to me, front for a month then f**s with me I'm in a whip with a chick got d** with me, and I spit it and admit that publicly Ever quit that sh** it'll be reluctantly, got a list of the villains that I must defeat And my life just changed so abrupt-a-ly, but I'm alive and I'm twenty-five luckily Cause I'm Spose (Spose motherf**a), glorious Still doin' work, laborious The Audacity, f** yes! I'm monumental, I'm statuesque [Chorus] They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judgin', Ha**lehoff I hang with trees, McIntosh I made another track, you were jackin' off They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judgin', Ha**lehoff I hang with trees, McIntosh I made another track, you were jackin' off [Verse 2] MCs got beef like a bistro, hate or relate to the people Every time I preach get my priest on, mics I'm a beast on, Nissan whip it like Devo And I don't sell kilos, and me on the line's kinda like Ray Allen with the free throws And I don't do the dougie or the jerk when I lurk on a verse doin' work, Home Depot Or Lowes (Lowes), Spose (Spose) Little bit of weed spittin' trees where the green gra** grows (Grows) so (so) That's how I think you are on the mic, you blow (blow) oh (no) Got Nathan on my neck and wrist no (ho) mo (bro) go Keep jerkin' off to my pho-tos I'm awesome, f**in s**cellent Your sh**'s week, excrement That kid Spose, gotta hand it to He still k**s it, Van der Sloot