Sleep On This by SC Static Lyrics
Yeah
Do me a favor
Try to sleep on this
Yo, Yeah, Check It
(Verse 1)
I'm a certified lyricist, validated beat ripper
You don't want war I'm an authorized beef winner
You tried to front now your bitch'll be deceased with ya
You tried to punch but you hit like a relief pitcher
You a faggot who finger models with hand bags
You a pussy who's been through boxful's of Tampax
You don't possess any skill to gobble or slam tracks
That's why I'm tempted to fill your nostrils with anthrax
I be in convertibles speeding over in fast cars
You will suffer surgical bleeding over your cracked jaws
I be spittin' verbals to keep it flowin' and rap hard
You be at the urinals peaking over the splash guards
I'm rappin' best cause I'm a hazardous beast
The only time your having sex is with a faggot in briefs
The only time you've been molested by your dad and a priest
The only time you've been arrested's by the fashion police, faggot
(Static Talkin' Shit)
Yeah, this shit is fun man
What you didn't think I could do punchlines too
You kiddin'
Yo, Check It
(Verse 2)
Your equivalent to a stoner with a bowl and a spliff
I'm equivalent to a holster of a soldier equip
Plus I'm colder then a boulder in the polar abyss
Stare through a telescope that's focused on a solar eclipse, yeah
I be spittin' game to bitches and they flirtin' back
You be in the corner checkin' out the thermostat
Legit with rhymin' that's why I can make these words attach
You're simple minded you probably think the earth is flat
You claimin' you slangin' and sellin' dimes and zips of bud
But parking tickets the only crime you're convicted of
You claim you gutter and you reside up in Inglewood
But changing oil's the only time that you're in the hood
I ain't smokin' weed for medical reasons
But I'm the reason why your wife's been late for several meetings
The reason why she's always sore in all her sexual regions
The reason why me and your children have identical features
Yeah, haha those are my kids man
I ain't paying for them though, you gotta pay that child support
Haha yeah that shit was nice though, your wife I mean
Yeah, the home stretch right here
Check it, yo listen
(Verse 3)
I'm filled with furious irritation and steady anger
And that's why every collaboration's a heavy banger
You tried to flee and get away but there's already danger
I play Russian Roulette with a bullet in every chamber
I'm gettin' crazed, but nobodies tryna murder me
I'm gettin' praised, but nobodies even heard of me
I'm gettin' paid, but don't have a day of work in me
I'm gettin' hazed, but ain't joining a fraternity
You couldn't get rid of me if you locked me away from home
Can't be defeated you couldn't drop me with David's stones
And if you attempt to put a stop to my crazy poems
You'll take a fishing trip to the locker of Davy Jones
All you bloggers and tweeters talking and contemplating
I'm better then your favorite rapper faggot stop debating
You're all talk with no action like Barack with changing
I'll smash your face until it looks like a Picasso painting
Yeah, yo I ain't one to toot my own horn but haha
You know what I'm not even gonna say it
You sleep on me you're sleepin' on the best, yeah
Do me a favor
Try to sleep on this
Yo, Yeah, Check It
(Verse 1)
I'm a certified lyricist, validated beat ripper
You don't want war I'm an authorized beef winner
You tried to front now your bitch'll be deceased with ya
You tried to punch but you hit like a relief pitcher
You a faggot who finger models with hand bags
You a pussy who's been through boxful's of Tampax
You don't possess any skill to gobble or slam tracks
That's why I'm tempted to fill your nostrils with anthrax
I be in convertibles speeding over in fast cars
You will suffer surgical bleeding over your cracked jaws
I be spittin' verbals to keep it flowin' and rap hard
You be at the urinals peaking over the splash guards
I'm rappin' best cause I'm a hazardous beast
The only time your having sex is with a faggot in briefs
The only time you've been molested by your dad and a priest
The only time you've been arrested's by the fashion police, faggot
(Static Talkin' Shit)
Yeah, this shit is fun man
What you didn't think I could do punchlines too
You kiddin'
Yo, Check It
(Verse 2)
Your equivalent to a stoner with a bowl and a spliff
I'm equivalent to a holster of a soldier equip
Plus I'm colder then a boulder in the polar abyss
Stare through a telescope that's focused on a solar eclipse, yeah
I be spittin' game to bitches and they flirtin' back
You be in the corner checkin' out the thermostat
Legit with rhymin' that's why I can make these words attach
You're simple minded you probably think the earth is flat
You claimin' you slangin' and sellin' dimes and zips of bud
But parking tickets the only crime you're convicted of
You claim you gutter and you reside up in Inglewood
But changing oil's the only time that you're in the hood
I ain't smokin' weed for medical reasons
But I'm the reason why your wife's been late for several meetings
The reason why she's always sore in all her sexual regions
The reason why me and your children have identical features
Yeah, haha those are my kids man
I ain't paying for them though, you gotta pay that child support
Haha yeah that shit was nice though, your wife I mean
Yeah, the home stretch right here
Check it, yo listen
(Verse 3)
I'm filled with furious irritation and steady anger
And that's why every collaboration's a heavy banger
You tried to flee and get away but there's already danger
I play Russian Roulette with a bullet in every chamber
I'm gettin' crazed, but nobodies tryna murder me
I'm gettin' praised, but nobodies even heard of me
I'm gettin' paid, but don't have a day of work in me
I'm gettin' hazed, but ain't joining a fraternity
You couldn't get rid of me if you locked me away from home
Can't be defeated you couldn't drop me with David's stones
And if you attempt to put a stop to my crazy poems
You'll take a fishing trip to the locker of Davy Jones
All you bloggers and tweeters talking and contemplating
I'm better then your favorite rapper faggot stop debating
You're all talk with no action like Barack with changing
I'll smash your face until it looks like a Picasso painting
Yeah, yo I ain't one to toot my own horn but haha
You know what I'm not even gonna say it
You sleep on me you're sleepin' on the best, yeah