K-pop Lyrics

Yeah Illa Illa Illa
Yo I'm just gonna write down my
first thoughts and see where
this takes me ’cause I feel
like I wanna punch the world in
the fuckin' face right now
Yeah
Let me explain
just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate
I'm ’bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed
but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet
I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just
to get the anger out Brrr
Full magazine could
take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin'
'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain
like Kala Brown
Motherfucker shut the fuck up
when I’m talkin’ lil' bitch
I’m sorry wait
what's your talent
Oh critiquin'
My talent Oh bitch
I don't know who the fuck y’all
are
To give a sub-par bar
or even have an opinion or view
You mention me millions
of views attention in news
I mention you lose-lose for me
win-win for you
Billions of views
your ten cents are two
Skim through the music
to give shit reviews
To get clicks but bitch
you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued
business as us'
Shit-list renewed
so get shit to do
Or get dissed
'cause I just don't get
What the fuck half the shit is
that you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea
how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though Prob'ly no
Get this fuckin' audio out
my Audi yo adios
I can see why people
like Lil Yachty
but not me though
Not even dissin'
it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe Stan
just isn't your cup of tea Get it
Maybe your cup's full
of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit
preferably
Shake the world up
if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill
y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill
probably I will
Old me killed the new me
watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror
I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead
I must be possessed
Like an evil spell
I'm E-V-I-L Evil spelled
Jam a Crest Whitestrip
in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick
stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence
bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ball sack
and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick
as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather
do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths
of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man
how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch
Fuck my side chick
You won't ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit
so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split
like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash
like a nightstick Yeah
Turn down for what
I ain't loud enough nah
turn the Valium up Illa Illa Illa
'Cause I don't know
how I'm gonna get
your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter
what caliber
I spit at I'll bet a hundred
thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be
like Man how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just
'cause his album sucks
And now he wants to take it
out on us Ooouuu
But last week
an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP
to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself
and she'll love me Ooouuu
I mailed the bitch back
and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else
in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery
clone of me NFing
So finger-bang chicken wang
MGK Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump Lil Xan imitate
Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody
in the game pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry
I'm sure you heard rumblings
I heard you wanna rumble
like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin'
but it's jumbled
in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm
from will pummel you
that's what it's
comin' to
What the fuck you're gonna do
when you run into it
I'm gonna crumble you
and I'll take a number two
And dump on you
if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick
or Cole or Sean
then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone
in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK
you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder
when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a
porterhouse you better
go get Revival
But y'all are actin'
like I tried to serve
you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda
been auto-tuned
And you woulda bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a line
and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head
because you're
too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded
but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and
knowledge
but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than
you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless
all I'll ever be is honest
Illa Illa Illa
Even when I'm gone
they're gonna say
I brought it
Even when I hit my forties
like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle
this shit any longer
The fact that I know
that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself
from the jaws of defeat
and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even
started with me
I get in beefs my enemies die
I don't cease fire
'til at least all are deceased
I'm east side
never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep
not even a wink I don't blink
I don't doze off
I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin'
eyes when I sneeze
Aw man That BET
cypher was weak
it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange
oh my God that's a reach
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all
if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine
or you think water is pink
Dawg that's a date
Looks like an olive to me
Look there's an apple
No it's not it's a peach
So finger-bang Pootie Tang
Burger King Gucci Gang
dookie dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018
to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything
that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
bitch Yeah
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done Preach
'Cause I feel like the beast
of burden
That line in the sand
was it even worth it
'Cause the way
I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless
it's startin'
to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base
shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin'
to do the right thing
but word
Has the court of public
opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined
'Cause I'm determined to be me
critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back
I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize
with the people
this evil serpent
Sold the dream to
that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him
a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred
to answer me with words
'Cause he knows
that he will lyrically get
murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange
just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see
if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said Only when it comes
to ink and lyricists
But my beef is more
media journalists
Hold up hold up hold up
I said my beef is more meaty
a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes I mean eating a penis
'Cause they've been
pannin' my album to death
So I've been givin'
the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this
to a counseling sesh
But they've been puttin' me
through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out
with the press
But I just took this beat
to the cleaners