Stuck With Me by Wildcard Lyrics
[Verse 1: Wildcard]
Yeahh
My whole life I've been catching all these expressions of these people
Trying to check me and test me it's mostly cuz of complexion
Other times It's just because they detested the fact that I'm better and bested finesses
These words as weapons I'll hex em'
It's like the only thing I've got to channel my pain
So how the fuck am I supposed to let you stand in my way?
I used to numb it with speed reefer and alcohol
And walk around psychotic just like the tweaker from alpha-dog
I'm tired of being your black sheep and your whipping boy
Fugitive unless I use this music don't you get the point?
I used to keep a crowbar inside my dickie shorts
Pull it out and leave your face rearranged like Mickey Ward
Johnny Handsome that's one of my favorite actors
But I play it backwards when I spray these rappers in this wicked sport
They run they mouths like they gon' get me
But I don't see it happening like germaphobe's trying to tongue kiss a whore
So welcome home to my pain
It's overdosing with flames
The type of demons drove a soldier insane
For example I see dead people
Especially when I think of my girl with some other dude spread eagle
It makes me wanna go borrow my boys dez. eagle
And just squeeze the fucking trigger till I leave his head see-through
But look
Bottom line is I got problems
The only thing that ever solves it is when I hear this music drop
[Hook]
So now you wanna be somebody then why you wanna fuck with me? (why you wanna fuck with me?)
Cuz I stand up for the dream I got and these people put they trust in me (these people put they trust in me)
And no you're never gettin' me to stop all this freedom means to much to me (this freedom means to much to me)
I got the gift to change the whole damn world so all you fuckers stuck with me (all you fuckers stuck with me)
(with me)
[Verse 2: Wildcard]
Yeahh
Get off my back with all this criticism and quit your bitchin'
This shit is insignificant, bicker, wither and with this wit I'm twistin'
Explicit lyrics listed on stickers is fittin' the description of this twisted wisdom
Mixed in with hypnotism
Battled addiction I've seen demons on the street
I'll be damned if you think you gon' come take anything from me
Line em' up and shake em' to dust like etch-a-sketches
Find a girl and stuff something in her mouth like epileptics
Second guess this
Injected with deadly weapons
Imma gag her till her makeup is smearin' like evanescence
Ever present devils and peasants they try to step
I feel cruel when I punk em' like I'm bullying special ed. kids
You don't stand a chance
Get off my dick man
Just because your bitch says it's so big it needs a kickstand
Don't mean you climb on it and try to disband
Fire back with spells and turn your floor into quicksand
Come send a hit-man
My tricks will make his clip jam
And leave your head split more times than Poet plead the fifth man
And they weren't there for that
They ain't pain' my bills
And they weren't there when I was tearin' off my psych ward wristband
I deserve my seat
My angels met they match
I've got too much baggage
Like a plane destined to crash
And wildcard just never would crack
Cuz other than eatin' pussy this music shit's the only thing i'm good at
Fuck with me
[Hook]
So now you wanna be somebody then why you wanna fuck with me? (why you wanna fuck with me?)
Cuz I stand up for the dream I got and these people put they trust in me (these people put they trust in me)
And no you're never gettin' me to stop all this freedom means to much to me (this freedom means to much to me)
I got the gift to change the whole damn world so all you fuckers stuck with me (all you fuckers stuck with me)
(with me)
[Verse 3: Simple]
My minds a weapon
Mouth to revolver
I'm licking 6 off
And nowadays my times running out so I guess I'm ticked off
I ain't got no rifle or the scope
But all these big dogs are really just some fleas on my nuts and they gettin' picked off
Lookin' in the mirror my eyes are startin' to glaze again
Pray to god I don't start to puke
Losing my weight again
Every man's an island you bitches are gettin' kicked off
Got to talk to grandpa less times than I've been ripped off
Common in my window and stealing my fuckin' breakfast
Faggots are moving reckless and scrabbling on my checklist
Power to the peaceful
Death to the disrespectful
I used to fall asleep in a chair with a Smith and Wesson
Even if these punks were sneezin' I used to bless em'
So when that Satan left them
So now they sleepin' with Hesson
Put it down on paper
I'm making sure that you get it
I will never forget till you mother fuckers regret it
You fucked with me
Yeahh
My whole life I've been catching all these expressions of these people
Trying to check me and test me it's mostly cuz of complexion
Other times It's just because they detested the fact that I'm better and bested finesses
These words as weapons I'll hex em'
It's like the only thing I've got to channel my pain
So how the fuck am I supposed to let you stand in my way?
I used to numb it with speed reefer and alcohol
And walk around psychotic just like the tweaker from alpha-dog
I'm tired of being your black sheep and your whipping boy
Fugitive unless I use this music don't you get the point?
I used to keep a crowbar inside my dickie shorts
Pull it out and leave your face rearranged like Mickey Ward
Johnny Handsome that's one of my favorite actors
But I play it backwards when I spray these rappers in this wicked sport
They run they mouths like they gon' get me
But I don't see it happening like germaphobe's trying to tongue kiss a whore
So welcome home to my pain
It's overdosing with flames
The type of demons drove a soldier insane
For example I see dead people
Especially when I think of my girl with some other dude spread eagle
It makes me wanna go borrow my boys dez. eagle
And just squeeze the fucking trigger till I leave his head see-through
But look
Bottom line is I got problems
The only thing that ever solves it is when I hear this music drop
[Hook]
So now you wanna be somebody then why you wanna fuck with me? (why you wanna fuck with me?)
Cuz I stand up for the dream I got and these people put they trust in me (these people put they trust in me)
And no you're never gettin' me to stop all this freedom means to much to me (this freedom means to much to me)
I got the gift to change the whole damn world so all you fuckers stuck with me (all you fuckers stuck with me)
(with me)
[Verse 2: Wildcard]
Yeahh
Get off my back with all this criticism and quit your bitchin'
This shit is insignificant, bicker, wither and with this wit I'm twistin'
Explicit lyrics listed on stickers is fittin' the description of this twisted wisdom
Mixed in with hypnotism
Battled addiction I've seen demons on the street
I'll be damned if you think you gon' come take anything from me
Line em' up and shake em' to dust like etch-a-sketches
Find a girl and stuff something in her mouth like epileptics
Second guess this
Injected with deadly weapons
Imma gag her till her makeup is smearin' like evanescence
Ever present devils and peasants they try to step
I feel cruel when I punk em' like I'm bullying special ed. kids
You don't stand a chance
Get off my dick man
Just because your bitch says it's so big it needs a kickstand
Don't mean you climb on it and try to disband
Fire back with spells and turn your floor into quicksand
Come send a hit-man
My tricks will make his clip jam
And leave your head split more times than Poet plead the fifth man
And they weren't there for that
They ain't pain' my bills
And they weren't there when I was tearin' off my psych ward wristband
I deserve my seat
My angels met they match
I've got too much baggage
Like a plane destined to crash
And wildcard just never would crack
Cuz other than eatin' pussy this music shit's the only thing i'm good at
Fuck with me
[Hook]
So now you wanna be somebody then why you wanna fuck with me? (why you wanna fuck with me?)
Cuz I stand up for the dream I got and these people put they trust in me (these people put they trust in me)
And no you're never gettin' me to stop all this freedom means to much to me (this freedom means to much to me)
I got the gift to change the whole damn world so all you fuckers stuck with me (all you fuckers stuck with me)
(with me)
[Verse 3: Simple]
My minds a weapon
Mouth to revolver
I'm licking 6 off
And nowadays my times running out so I guess I'm ticked off
I ain't got no rifle or the scope
But all these big dogs are really just some fleas on my nuts and they gettin' picked off
Lookin' in the mirror my eyes are startin' to glaze again
Pray to god I don't start to puke
Losing my weight again
Every man's an island you bitches are gettin' kicked off
Got to talk to grandpa less times than I've been ripped off
Common in my window and stealing my fuckin' breakfast
Faggots are moving reckless and scrabbling on my checklist
Power to the peaceful
Death to the disrespectful
I used to fall asleep in a chair with a Smith and Wesson
Even if these punks were sneezin' I used to bless em'
So when that Satan left them
So now they sleepin' with Hesson
Put it down on paper
I'm making sure that you get it
I will never forget till you mother fuckers regret it
You fucked with me