Weerd Science - Lick of Success lyrics

[Verse 1: Weerd Science] I'm no longer the same braggadocios kid That'd brag about every MC He ain't when he spit And aggravate everybody I came in contact with Dare I say that I went And grew up a little bit? (f** that!) Still got the chip on my shoulder But as I grew older I swear I got the soul of a soldier I'm still the Venomous anarchist Whose venom they couldn't handle With protective suits And follow procedural etiquette Better get yourself a surrogate You're sure to get shorted Body bagged Like the mother f**ing beat When I murder it Every turn I get turned again I turn it into a tourniquet And cut off your circulation See you pussies deserve it Cause your the first to get the worst of it Bury you up in the earth And then push you up Into the furnace I'm burning up All your earnings My wording should be concerning These cunning verses are turning And I got a little job Call it: (MC murdering) [Hook x2]: Never had a lick of success with this rap sh** Sold less records than mouse rat did But I'm out for blood and I want every ounce of it Yeah we're coming for you mother f**ers Count on it [Verse 2: Weerd Science] I'm rather fortunate I was able to facilitate What little bit I have With no awards or accolades But I don't need an industry That will belittle me Literally and figuratively Telling me that they're into me Don't come within an inch of me Itching to end your identity and enemy And plenty you're picked up energy is Ready to empty your vicinity And since it's me, I'm all set To remove you from the f**ing misery Sincerely yours, it's Weerd Science So lock up all your doors Board up your Microsoft Windows Put your Macs in the floor Or hide 'em in a drawer We're coming at you We're all out war And if you ain't gonna Do it hard What the f** you do it for? This is hip hop music Man that's what the f** it is You's a made up thing You not real Snuffaluff*gus You controlled by another person Like a puppet is Look at this All these industry b**hes All s** a dick [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Weerd Science] If anybody wanna come (?) And get it and if they want(?) But I promise you this If you come and get it I will rip your whole spot R.I.P.D. your block On all everything I got Bet your label drops You after your first record flops (Hah!) I spit incredible But you're quite average You all about that money (*sniffs*) Deion Sanders A helpless little kid Just a baby in Pampers I damage all your cells Like my sister's cancer And you can have all the money And fame you're after But I brought a whole arsenal Of words to blast you Man, you think I'm playing Better take a step back You see us coming Motherf**ers better duck Aflac [Hook x2]