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Lyrify.me

Just Press Play by Skippy Ickum Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2015

[Chorus]
If you really want to know what I be about
If you really want to know what I be about
Bitch press play and shut your fucking mouth
Press play and shut your fucking mouth

[Verse 1]
You can call me master shredder
Over time I’ve proved and shown it
Mics explode when I show up
Prepared for battle rifles loaded
Rivals frozen, just like they still frames on a news page
I’m stalking all your movements
From your Twitter feed and Myspace
“Did he say Myspace?” You didn't know it's back my friend
They making it easier for people like me to attack again
And with this pad and pen, I slay the opposition
It's my mission to just drop some hits
And captivate these acid visions
Once I paint a picture, use the tools to make it vivid
My description fact and fiction
Are just thoughts I have imprisoned
This is my turn, fall back it's not your time
Unlocked my mind to write the lines
Which gained my fans, they love the rhymes
Half-alien, I'm a half-starving ravenous cannibal
Using the swords upon the mantle hungrily waiting to sample you
Then I violently trample you like angry herds of rhinos
Something wrong within my DNA like I'm albino
But hey, what do I know? Just a fucking Jerrys kid
Tell me I'm a piece of shit, well guess what I'm aware of it
Dude, I'm not scared of it, I'm barking like a blind dog
Will you find your salvation through the dark and dense fog
[Chorus]
If you really want to know what I be about
If you really want to know what I be about
Bitch press play and shut your fucking mouth
Press play and shut your fucking mouth

[Verse 2]
Yo, I be yelling like a mad granny
No, scratch that a fat tranny
Lure you into my house, I'm using these bags of laced candy
“You want to see my fanny? Maybe even beat and spank me
In my kitchen pantry? Tell me I'm a slut and you can't stand me”
Whoa! That last line it went a little far, I'm too bizarre
Trips off of kids that think they're great with Lucky Charms
I come with sweaty palms, bracing for the outcome
Wanna hear me spit some more than buy my fucking album
I’m out