BFI by Era Stone Lyrics
Chorus:
Get your fucking hands up, shove aside another slut, I'm so sick of hearing you complain
Adjust your fucking TV, until the day you see me, hashtag borderline fucking insane
Verse 1:
Lean your chair back, and let your damn legs rest, you're too drunk to protest, and too stoned to put it back on my chest
That being said, walk with me through pleasure and pain, or grow some dreads and grab your nuts like Chainz and Lil Wayne
I'd love to deal with you bitches calmly but I ain't got the time, to waste my breath on a wanna/never will be who still thinks "nigga nigga nigga" rhymes
'Till you see more red than Nicki Minaj when her boy toys see her peepee get bigger, allow me to spit your a few more options for your overuse of the word "nigga,"
I live to offend, so go figure
I'll wear down your pedestal like paint thinner
Save me Lord, I'm a mother fucking sinner
Your prodigal son has returned for dinner
Where's Kanye now, come steal my moment, but don't expect to fucking condone it,my forgiveness ain't so swift, so run back to your golddiggers bitch
And tell em hey, from Era Stone, I'll tear you down before you get a dialtone, you wanna be a gangster? Here's a tip, get your fucking lips off of the status quo's dick
'Cause I'm no Monica, and you're no Clinton, so man-up and bid your career good riddance, all the way from Biggie and Tupac, to a helium coma grab on his cock (Hey Wayne,)
To a two note solo, where the fuck did rap go? Hanging from a thread by Miley's blowhole
Got you bitches in a chokehold, but fuck mainstream man, let's go local
Chorus
Verse 2:
STD.. I mean....STU.... check it out guys...
Pop open this chest, it's time to start a war, you're taking this rap game? What the fuck are you waiting for?
I've built a fucking monster, you ain't stopping, words ring sweeter than your Chocolate Droplet, ironic that the biggest dick in BG, is swinging from the biggest prick in D Queen
For 18 years I waited in silence, for a chance to start a mother fucking riot, so pack your shit and retreat, there ain't no room for lyrical preteens
D.Stubbs, and Ringo, less flow than a dead man's pisshole, so breathe slow, I'm bringing more fucking punch than Kimbo, it's ground zero
I'm lacking? You see the fact is, you posers don't know what a rap is, blacklisted, he insisted, here's a shoutout for every fuck I don't give
Fuck Shapist, and fuck Fubar, I got a bigger crowd in my own back yard, spread bullshit to run a business? And promote it to cracked out misfits?
Shut the fuck up and don't get, I got five "fuck-yous" on each fist, let's wrap it up, there's room for more fucking tracks if you wanna throw a bitch fit
You want respect, not a chance, you hear the music mother fucker now dance, I had no choice but to intervene, if I got noticed so does your scheme
So you ban me in St. Louis, are you scared or just confused? while offense was meant, you can go get bent, I never claimed to need you fake-ass fucks, to pay my rent
Like you need us, cause your band's collecting dust, even when "bitch," is in season, you pack less meat than a fucking vegan
Chorus
Verse 3:
Oh..one more thing...
Set a candle in the window mother fucker light the way before I carve it out of your religion
Do we fight or run and hide? Take a knee, open wide, in the face of indecision
I got a wound festering up, and I had enough, long before you fucked me over
Don't come running back, that shit's whick-whack, get your head off my goddamn shoulder
Hold your breath, there's no use crying, I've spent too damn long sympathizing
Get revved up a little bit higher, and take a step into my fire
Get your fucking hands up, shove aside another slut, I'm so sick of hearing you complain
Adjust your fucking TV, until the day you see me, hashtag borderline fucking insane
Verse 1:
Lean your chair back, and let your damn legs rest, you're too drunk to protest, and too stoned to put it back on my chest
That being said, walk with me through pleasure and pain, or grow some dreads and grab your nuts like Chainz and Lil Wayne
I'd love to deal with you bitches calmly but I ain't got the time, to waste my breath on a wanna/never will be who still thinks "nigga nigga nigga" rhymes
'Till you see more red than Nicki Minaj when her boy toys see her peepee get bigger, allow me to spit your a few more options for your overuse of the word "nigga,"
I live to offend, so go figure
I'll wear down your pedestal like paint thinner
Save me Lord, I'm a mother fucking sinner
Your prodigal son has returned for dinner
Where's Kanye now, come steal my moment, but don't expect to fucking condone it,my forgiveness ain't so swift, so run back to your golddiggers bitch
And tell em hey, from Era Stone, I'll tear you down before you get a dialtone, you wanna be a gangster? Here's a tip, get your fucking lips off of the status quo's dick
'Cause I'm no Monica, and you're no Clinton, so man-up and bid your career good riddance, all the way from Biggie and Tupac, to a helium coma grab on his cock (Hey Wayne,)
To a two note solo, where the fuck did rap go? Hanging from a thread by Miley's blowhole
Got you bitches in a chokehold, but fuck mainstream man, let's go local
Chorus
Verse 2:
STD.. I mean....STU.... check it out guys...
Pop open this chest, it's time to start a war, you're taking this rap game? What the fuck are you waiting for?
I've built a fucking monster, you ain't stopping, words ring sweeter than your Chocolate Droplet, ironic that the biggest dick in BG, is swinging from the biggest prick in D Queen
For 18 years I waited in silence, for a chance to start a mother fucking riot, so pack your shit and retreat, there ain't no room for lyrical preteens
D.Stubbs, and Ringo, less flow than a dead man's pisshole, so breathe slow, I'm bringing more fucking punch than Kimbo, it's ground zero
I'm lacking? You see the fact is, you posers don't know what a rap is, blacklisted, he insisted, here's a shoutout for every fuck I don't give
Fuck Shapist, and fuck Fubar, I got a bigger crowd in my own back yard, spread bullshit to run a business? And promote it to cracked out misfits?
Shut the fuck up and don't get, I got five "fuck-yous" on each fist, let's wrap it up, there's room for more fucking tracks if you wanna throw a bitch fit
You want respect, not a chance, you hear the music mother fucker now dance, I had no choice but to intervene, if I got noticed so does your scheme
So you ban me in St. Louis, are you scared or just confused? while offense was meant, you can go get bent, I never claimed to need you fake-ass fucks, to pay my rent
Like you need us, cause your band's collecting dust, even when "bitch," is in season, you pack less meat than a fucking vegan
Chorus
Verse 3:
Oh..one more thing...
Set a candle in the window mother fucker light the way before I carve it out of your religion
Do we fight or run and hide? Take a knee, open wide, in the face of indecision
I got a wound festering up, and I had enough, long before you fucked me over
Don't come running back, that shit's whick-whack, get your head off my goddamn shoulder
Hold your breath, there's no use crying, I've spent too damn long sympathizing
Get revved up a little bit higher, and take a step into my fire