Something's Wrong With Him歌词

作曲 : Broady, Montgomery
Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with
Los and Kino consists of(*****, tone it down, there's way too much killin')
Of course
I ignore 'em, a poor man talk
I don't give a ***** if
I throw my poor fans off
Pathetic war done entered my brain
And permanently changed me now
I'm angrySo ***** a metaphor, ***** hip hop, hip hop sucks
You got, *****z on top swingin' from 2
Pac's nuts
It's like,
I could go in the lab and try to write
Somethin' that's nice or bright
But I will be holdin' back my scripture's in the dark
Deep rooted soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper like
The Hulk's
My wife don't like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it sound like
I hold grudges
She rather listen to
Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?
But ***** a party now and everybody like(What's wrong witchu *****? Every song you killin')(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal but
I have no problem
With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights,
I will kill you(Something's wrong with him)(Just like his pops he don't give a *****)(If you like him or not, he's a major problem)
I will slap yo' ass in church
And apologize to
Jesus later, punk
Why am I hot and you not and why is you rich?
And why I ain't got *****t in my pocket but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', this not a flow
This is beef, there's a couple street *****z that got to go
My name is
Nickel, I'm from the suburbs(Yeah)
It's only a ten minute drive to come and get you(Yeah)
Tired of you hoes,
I will slap snot side ways
Outta ya nose, partnah(Partnah)
I know we got drama but
I will still show up
At your funeral and hug yo' ugly ass momma
Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad(Why is you so mad?)
Everybody askin'(What's wrong witchu *****? Every song you killin')(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal but
I have no problem
With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights,
I will kill you(Something's wrong with him)
I'm a natural since
I wrote Black
GirlI hope that you don't think that
I won't smack yo' *****'
Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu
When I kill you
You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs
I will put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin' them bouncin' bullets
The enter into your head and exit out yo' foot
Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click
And them choppers is lookin' for eye*****(Yeah)
You could bring yo' roughest, toughest thug
That's jealous, just tell him to touch me,
I will ***** him up
I will knock his ass out
And if I can't beat him
I will grab my heater and pop his ass
***** yo' life, stripes
I will shock yo' hood
And I ain't never dyin', knock on wood, whattup '
Los?(What's wrong witchu *****? Every song you killin')(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal but
I have no problem
With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights,
I will kill you(Something's wrong with him)