[Intro]
Yeah, Yo
Anno on the beat, Angry on the mic (Yuh)
One two one two, one two one two
Yeah, Yo
[Verse One]
I can't pursue my love, I'm too busy puking blood
I can't improve my buzz every last brew I chug
Can't even go into the booth, I just blew it up
What should I do? Boo-hoo, I could use a hug
Where's that new Peru girl with the huge jugs?
She subdues dudes when her body moves in the club
A few begrudge, who the fuck are you to judge?
Like all he raps about is getting head and doing drugs!
A bit repetitive could credit it to sedatives
His rhetoric is relevant, even if you don't get it, bitch
No etiquette like I was way past the second hit
She ain't set to lick it in the whip? Then fucking step on it!
Forget the chick, time to call up the connect with piff
If he's being sketchy, prick, time to smoke that resin shit
This is the truth that I hold to be self-evident
The collective sentiment is Angry Mic for president
[Chorus]
All these people think that they know me
But they ain't got a clue what it is they rocking to
I'll continue to spit 'til they OD
This ain't no auto-tune; this for those who popping shrooms
Until I flip the script, and they all see
That they're illogical for propping these obnoxious fools
I'll just twist a spliff and act salty
It's hard to profit from these Hip-Hop market tools
[Verse Two]
This ineptness has wrecked the objective
No swinging necklace, just seven exes who think I'm sexist
I spit asbestos mixed with fucking lead chips
Think I'm just subjective? You kids have a death wish
Music was always second, now it's time to accept it
Put all the time I invested to show I'm not to be messed with
And only those who can test it can attest it
Lyrics are suggestive
If skeptics wanna test, then get a prep kit
You stepped to fucking septic and there's no disinfectant
I'm thinkin' it's a blessing, if this wasn't destined
What about the times I could of been arrested?
Someone trying to send a message
Angry fucking finish records!
Instead I'm misdirected, finishing the Gin for breakfast
I met the kids who mix their Ritalin with Nesquik
Should hit up Kid Eclectic, acidic for my next hit
Naw, forget this, so this gift is still neglected
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Even his fucking love now wonders if he can spit
You're with boyfriend number two
I'm with girlfriend number six
Here comes the pitch, the last one I swung and missed
But now I think that I can hit it like a ton of bricks
So find your loved ones, provide them stun guns
Tell them be advised I'm the guy you run from
A conundrum, there's no reply, they're stumped, son
Too much rum, opium, I have become numb
No longer on the marijuana got me feeling sombre
Can't focus on this genre, there's too many prima donnas
My mind already wonders where it's gone and why it wanders
I'm getting calmer, but ponder if you really want to rile him
Yellow bile, I'm no longer smiling; I'm violent
Hostile, bringing out that side again
Can't hide it in this Leviathan, stop fucking dieting
But if you think it's worthwhile, maybe you should try it then