Nuisance by Expy Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fucking poison at the core of my being
Vivid depictions scripting the fuckin room spinning
I'm the best fuckin rapper, you won't find a meaner
I'm fresher than Aquafina after diarrhea
Rhymes bleeker then imagery of a wine keeper
Sittin, pissin', in your cup missin' tuition written's
Wishin' that he took that job in Michigan
Bitchin', that he never got a call from his boss
Sayin he lost his job and he needs to move from his trailer park
Shit, I'm off track, yeah, i do that
I also beat up the fuckin track like it talked back
Admit it, me stickin' around took some gonads
Pimp slappin' out of wack bitches with backs of hulk hands
Uh, Julian fuckin go ham
Starin at bitches titties imagine them in toe tags
Hit up the celly, I got time and you got no plans
[Chorus]
You wanna catch the bars like a cold?
I'm a motherfuckin' nuisance, not doin what he's told
When you rap bullies try and boogie at my show
I will make you motherfuckin' fags know who can flow
[Verse 2]
You want a second verse? Shit, I expected worse
Like for bitches to reach deep in purse
And pull out mace to spray the shit in my face
Cause you have a different music taste that's WORSE
I'm a genius, fuck it, we'll start at penises
You wanna catch the hands from someone who strictly eats spinach?
I'm bread to fuckin' mess up, and I won't clean the mess up
I'm pokin' at funny bones like its your fuckin' check-up
You got a problem, step up
I'm lookin' for a reason to marker out this REDRUM
I'm singing from the heart now, fuck a rap
I'm snappin' on these fuckin fags like my name is bubble wrap
Stop the fuckin track so i can reach out from their mac
Take a shit up on their keyboard and give their faces smacks
You thinkin that stealin' ideas respectable
You a joke, how bout you get a fuckin style, regular
Fucking poison at the core of my being
Vivid depictions scripting the fuckin room spinning
I'm the best fuckin rapper, you won't find a meaner
I'm fresher than Aquafina after diarrhea
Rhymes bleeker then imagery of a wine keeper
Sittin, pissin', in your cup missin' tuition written's
Wishin' that he took that job in Michigan
Bitchin', that he never got a call from his boss
Sayin he lost his job and he needs to move from his trailer park
Shit, I'm off track, yeah, i do that
I also beat up the fuckin track like it talked back
Admit it, me stickin' around took some gonads
Pimp slappin' out of wack bitches with backs of hulk hands
Uh, Julian fuckin go ham
Starin at bitches titties imagine them in toe tags
Hit up the celly, I got time and you got no plans
[Chorus]
You wanna catch the bars like a cold?
I'm a motherfuckin' nuisance, not doin what he's told
When you rap bullies try and boogie at my show
I will make you motherfuckin' fags know who can flow
[Verse 2]
You want a second verse? Shit, I expected worse
Like for bitches to reach deep in purse
And pull out mace to spray the shit in my face
Cause you have a different music taste that's WORSE
I'm a genius, fuck it, we'll start at penises
You wanna catch the hands from someone who strictly eats spinach?
I'm bread to fuckin' mess up, and I won't clean the mess up
I'm pokin' at funny bones like its your fuckin' check-up
You got a problem, step up
I'm lookin' for a reason to marker out this REDRUM
I'm singing from the heart now, fuck a rap
I'm snappin' on these fuckin fags like my name is bubble wrap
Stop the fuckin track so i can reach out from their mac
Take a shit up on their keyboard and give their faces smacks
You thinkin that stealin' ideas respectable
You a joke, how bout you get a fuckin style, regular