Fuck With Me

[Verse 1: D. Lynch]

I take a step back, dressed in all black

I'm this and I'm that, come with pistols and bats

Take another puff, come lift me off to space

This the kind of shit to leave you numb in the face

Man, I'm sick of this place, y'all got paper to chase

They rolling up the block, y'all better duck and brace

Theres a beast in the streets, get the fuck out the way

Time to be a man, ain't no one saving you today

But that's the game that they play, bitch, I ain't beggin' to stay

Pay me today or you ain't never see rays

Pop another bottle, pour another shot

Mix it with some pot or you're all getting shot

The fire never burns out if I taste defeat

Bitch, I'm the reason, the sun never sleeps

Thought you figured me out, faggot, you read me wrong

Stick to the greed, you based your whole fuckin' album on

[Verse 2: D. Lynch]

Me? I got a motherfuckin' death wish

Shoot myself in the head with the gun, 2Pac was killed with

I serve your ass up something like a chef

Bitch, you eating your own motherfucking words for breakfast

Y'all think I'm stupid? (Nah) I'm just playing a long

I ain't never spitting to your wack ass song

Yo dude bro, please, don't get me wrong

I'ma lay this verse, write after I pack this bong

I bet you sing another tune when I smack your moms

Been sitting for months, it don't take that long

I guess I'm out of touch 'cause if y'all so straight laced

Then I can have an orgasm keeping a straight face

Kill me to shut me up, I won't never be through

Who the fuck is you playing dude?

You don't think I got people who love me too?

I'm D. Lynch, bitch, who the fuck are you?!

[Verse 3: Cage]

Broken up a fetus jumped in glass

I was stuck in the mattress like a bunch of cash

What you seem to know last I would know first

The gift is knowing this shit is a curse

The worst of the regime feeding

Your children to the machine through the screen

If you're lucky you made it out as a teen

Every million only one will attempt to kill the queen

Ninety nine percent will gather pollen for the team

That's like sipping champagne from a fucking canteen

I tried not to lose it but this new world I ordered is so lucid

Like Christ came back 'cause I got new music

To say you either hate or love it

I got a face you want to shoot or do a portrait of it

You lay it all out on the table at the morgue so fuck it

Still burning flowers not an ounce of guilt

Shall be the whole of law to do what thou wilt