Done Fucking Around

[Hook]

Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around

Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds

The sound I produce is profound

Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]

 

 

 

[Verse 1]

 

Man fuck a backpacker, you're wacker than 12 year old hackers

We know you not tough, you're a good actor, I'm never a slacker

My swagger make these niggas stagger, crumbling hoes like crackers

There's no time for me in my feelings, that's for after

Pull your dick out, I hear your girls laughter, on my way up, breaking the rafters

Already a master and my career only on the first chapter

When I spit this flow I create disasters, so evil, to cure me you gonna need 10 pastors

Fuck haters they can kiss my asscrack, they madder than girls when I don't text back

How you describe yourself is quite inexact, that's a fact, run this back

I adapt to these faggots attacks, untouched by these dickheads jabs

Let me take a deep breath, let me relax, fuck that

I tried to stay calm but I relapsed, fuck around get ya ass clapped

Like gay fags, in prison, real soon you gonna meet the mortician

My flow too hot, here use some oven mittens, I'm well written

If you have an opposition you can get the ammunition

They see me, already got a premonition, there's no competition

My demolition of these rappers missions got them dissing, they hissing

Their rap skills are no longer existing, they don't know what they riskin'

To end these rappers is my instinct, leave their flame extinguished

They languished, very anguished, I can't stand this, done sitting down

Got these mothafuckas on lockdown, I told y'all, done fucking around

 

 

 

[Hook]

Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around

Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds

The sound I produce is profound

Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]

 

 

 

[Verse 2- iNOSCOURGE]

 

DONE FUCKING AROUND, on some real shit so put down yo twitter pounds down

Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH OUR SOUND, lyrical bullets, y'all straight duckin rounds,

Bout to make you drown in your own blood til you gurgle loud,

(EXIT THE TOWN)

Left hand on my nuts, exit the murder scene, heat out, unseen

My pen-game that obscene - don't doubt, hang with wobull wit a sip of lean

Covered in weed shroud, we beefed but i'mma say we team now

(LOST AND FOUND) on the Auschwitz hip-hop training grounds

You autists ain't round no more, anorexic bitches don't got a cancer cure

"I PROMISE I'M PURE!" bitch you had a dick on your lip like a fish lure

You beef juice, I'm beef, but for real, consider me Hitler

One hitter quitter, nah bitch, but you take so much dick, you a baby sitter

(Back on topic) emcees get thrown like cat litter, into the tarpit, garbage

Lost like a guitar pick, you a kitten I'm the Lochness,

You always opposite like opps is, do you like Dopey, bitch check the synopsis

(Back off topic) Maybe you'd be a good bitch if you didn't mix the sauces

Emcees better back off when they fuck wit us, cuz they know they lost this

I may be smaller than you but my shit better like a lossless, and I ain't talking about my dick

I'm talking about my bars, so KH don't pull a slick - cuz my ground be flawless

(That's a pun you get it?) anyways, just know I floss my OPPIS rhombus

Optically Pumped Polarized Ion Source, I'm genetically the only rapper made of ores

I'm not even a race, steer cores and make you feel remorse, I'll end my verse one more bar than yours, Lambah

But together we still lyrically butt cancer, DONE FUCKING AROUND, y'all niggas want beef this your answer!

 

 

 

[Hook]

Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around

Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds

The sound I produce is profound

Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]

 

 

 

[Verse 3- King Hurricane]

 

This is friction,

Creating fire, legit business,

You trapped in a circle of wicked niggas,

We'll have you screaming all night like autistic crickets,

We do you like Nas, get gunned up and clapped quick,

We react, dicks, we don't waste time poppin' shit like ratchet black chicks,

You can ask the faggots,

We don't fuck around, we making your heart inactive,

Too edgy bitch? Who the fuck is you,

We'll remove your tongue and use my balls as a substitute,

If you don't believe none of the shit we say is fucking true,

Then I'll just have to send Albert to put his dick up in you,

Look at statistics bitches, witness sickest shit it's just flippin' wicked,

You fucking dicks just stick it inches into your asshole cause we dont' give a shit bitch,

I been told you niggas we run this town,

Bozo lookin bitches I told you we don't fuck with clowns,

Eat your esophagus and make you get the king his crown,

I guess the message is clear we don't fuck around,

East Coast

 

 

 

[Hook]

Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around

Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds

The sound I produce is profound

Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]