F.Y.A.R.Fuck You All Rappers by The Lost Talent Lyrics
I used to rap with dudes
Now I say Fuck these rap dudes
Since I dropped from collaborating
With my man TM, I don't give a fuck bout dudes
Matias, my man tho
We got a album comin
You better cop that
I got that "Fuck A Rapper" cap in the backpack
I don't give a fuck about y'all
Might as well stay underground the underground till I can't breath no mo
I mean I can't leave no mo
Rap is my home
It's my dome, it's my heart
It's my soul
And if I'm hard it's just cause I have to
I got nobody out here
And I would beef with everybody out here
I'm what you see when you look down south in the eyes of death
I fear, I'm blessed
I'm fierce, I'm stressed
I got my pen, my friend
Ready to tell you what I don't like about you, man
And I'd bust a fuckin bullet in yo head
Fuck the mainstream and the underground
Y'all some bitches, pussy-ass, fake-ass muthafuckas
And I'd put you in a bag with a rat and a snake
And throw you in the river of Nile
For you muthafuckas to travel with crocodiles
Rippin your body apart !
I'll put you beneath the shells from the set of "Lord of War"
I'm like Donnie Yen but with more swords
To cut you with
Gut you like Brotha Lynch
Make you disappear like the 370
You wack bitches stay off my stereo
I'm the apex foe
Homies don't even know where the punch comin from
I look up to nobody but O.G.'s I personally know
And I know nobody stays on their toes forever
And when y'all slip I'll be there to catch you
Stab you and then let you go to continue the fall
And by default I yell
Fuck You All !
Now I say Fuck these rap dudes
Since I dropped from collaborating
With my man TM, I don't give a fuck bout dudes
Matias, my man tho
We got a album comin
You better cop that
I got that "Fuck A Rapper" cap in the backpack
I don't give a fuck about y'all
Might as well stay underground the underground till I can't breath no mo
I mean I can't leave no mo
Rap is my home
It's my dome, it's my heart
It's my soul
And if I'm hard it's just cause I have to
I got nobody out here
And I would beef with everybody out here
I'm what you see when you look down south in the eyes of death
I fear, I'm blessed
I'm fierce, I'm stressed
I got my pen, my friend
Ready to tell you what I don't like about you, man
And I'd bust a fuckin bullet in yo head
Fuck the mainstream and the underground
Y'all some bitches, pussy-ass, fake-ass muthafuckas
And I'd put you in a bag with a rat and a snake
And throw you in the river of Nile
For you muthafuckas to travel with crocodiles
Rippin your body apart !
I'll put you beneath the shells from the set of "Lord of War"
I'm like Donnie Yen but with more swords
To cut you with
Gut you like Brotha Lynch
Make you disappear like the 370
You wack bitches stay off my stereo
I'm the apex foe
Homies don't even know where the punch comin from
I look up to nobody but O.G.'s I personally know
And I know nobody stays on their toes forever
And when y'all slip I'll be there to catch you
Stab you and then let you go to continue the fall
And by default I yell
Fuck You All !