Supa Dupa Jesus - Bob lyrics

[Intro - IATG] I paint it perfect n***a, I go HARD in the paint Nah mean? That's why I think I'm Bob Ross That's cause I go HARD in the paint n***a Check this out [Hook - IATG] We cop Jordans: you coppin knock offs Ya'll b**hes cookie dough: ya'll soft n***a we heatin up: call us Hot Sauce And we go hard in the paint: Bob Ross [Verse 1 - Rimmer] Money$Team swag, rhyme schemes zag The paint's white as c**aine We shooting up motherf**ers like John Wayne n***as say they this, n***as say that But when they get dissed, they don't know the definition combat I ain't a saint, swagging so hard, motherf**er wanna restraint I'm hard in the paint, put sin in a**a**in, I'm blasting Surpa**ing, put me on a song, I'm everlasting [Verse 2- Supa Dupa Jesus] Pick up my piece, call that sh** a paint brush Cause I splatter red everywhere like a paint brush Yeah naked broads everywhere, cla**ical art Check my wrist b, yellow, Simpson, Bart Leave my enemies full of scars, Lion King f** Cole son, I'm Simba, The Lion King Yeah, call me Michelangelo son Because my art shows you the heavens, biting a gun [Hook] [Verse 3 - J-Franks] Like Bob Ross with an erection, I go hard in the paint I'm the boss, no exceptions, you look at me like I'm a saint Drew Brees touchdown, all these other rappers clown I'm the Superman of this sh**, ancestors from Cape Town The Broncos won their division with the help of Jesus Tebow went to church, said "only Money$Team can please us" Bob Ross in this b**h, coloring is amazing Money$Team got the green, hell yeah, we blazing [Verse 4 - 6xPlatinum] Call ya professor 6x in this b**h, Van Gogh's only successor Y'all know I got that DaVinci flow I'm on that Night Watch tip Harder than an authentic Michaelangelo Got you screamin' in this b**h So much Monet, got scores of Water Lilies My artwork in a museum, yours hangin' in Chili's Givin' birth to the Venus Got your b**h puttin' her watermark on my penis [Hook] [Verse 5 - Bob Ross] I'm the, Pica**o of the Money$Team Hard in the paint, you know my favorite colors green I paint like Rivera, But I am from America And I drop bombs, It's looking like Guernica Harder in the paint, than the dude from Kentucky And when I go in, even Andrew ain't Lucky I paint like a psycho, made El Greco get Geico A pictures worth a 1,000 words, and that ain't a typo [Verse 6 - IATG] I use my paintbrush all the time: get b**hes wet To motherf**ers with no sk**s I'm a f**in threat I beat the pussies so hard, I'm takin b**hes to the vet I get head, I'm blown like Squidward's clarinet Hard in the paint Bob Ross in this b**h Crucify n***as and leave 'em on the cross in this b**h I'm a long bomber: Randy Moss in this b**h f** math son, I subtract b**hes bras in this b**h, b**h [Hook] [Verse 7 - FreeJC] I'm like Leo DaVinci mixed with Doctor J I'm like Slim Shady mixed with Dr. Dre I'm like Chocolate Thunder mixed with Vanilla Ice Except my cold flow's smoother like it's churned twice I'm a rap artist so call me Rozay Bob Ross JC's a top boss and some would say I pop jaws Ya girl's gets me off cause she can't get off me You got bologna swag, son you're just a soft G [Hook] [Verse 8 - PrettyFlocko] I be that pretty motherf**er Better yet Pretty Flocko f**in' up your b**h my name is Deuce Bigalow In other words your b**h paid me to be a Male Gigolo Can't stop me like the throne Find me chillin' at home gettin' dome Won't stop till her p**y overthrown Beat it real good till' it turn to a scone