Drop the Bomb

[Verse]

Yo, now who's next on the chopping block

Is it him? Is it her? What do you think Hop?

Should I give 'em a chance or expose them like a camel toe?

Split his fucking head like a cantaloupe?

Excuse me diggy doc Dre

Is it okay if I jump on the beat, and operate?

I'm a doctor myself, minus the med school

But all I prescribe is vodka, and Red Bull (Yeah)

I'm not a alcoholic dad don't worry

I'm only twenty drinks in doing one hundred thirty

Up in the slow lane, acting like I'm not in a hurry

Trying to dodge Rick Ross 'cause I stole his McFlurry (Boss)

Don't mind me I'm not thinking clearly

I scream at deaf people thinking they can really hear me

I spray tag to attract bitches to get near me

And when they do I make em' bob like they're looking for apples

(SwizZz that didn't rhyme) Well I don't give a fuck

This is my song, and you can turn me off

(SwizZz you're out of your mind) Well I don't give a fuck

Pass me the bong, and let a nigga lift off

(Fly high) and that's what I do

Looking at planet earth from a birds eye view

In the sky with the stars, but no parachute

If I happen to fall I'd just take hit number two

I've been uncouth, since my youth

I use to eat playdough and sniff glue

And now I drink brews, with the fucking dudes

But it's okay I'm half white too

Yeah buddy, fuck a payday I'm nutty

I'd drop your baby like I'm fucking clumsy

Don't trust me, try not to lust me

I'm known to break hearts all my exes want to jump me

(yup,hey) But they would still love to fuck me

They know I keep it funky because I'm repping FV

(Yup, hey) Nigga I'm chill like Bun B

Kicking it like Chun-Li, dirty like my undies

(Rah!) Now it's time to get active you motherfuckers

'Cause I can't stomach less than half you motherfuckers

I'ma rush the line, and start tackling motherfuckers

So put your jeans on, and stop slacking you motherfuckers

(Damn nigga chill out dawg) Fuck that

Lick my nut sack if your mad let your gun clap

Put a slug up in my back bust it till my melon cracks

Leave me lifeless in the middle of my cul-de-sac

Heh, fuck a ref I'm official

My words are ammunition my mouth is a pistol

Even if you get low, I still won't miss you

No Kevlar, my shots burn through tissue

Lil homie are you sure you wanna do that?

Fake foot soldier better go, and get your boot strap

Hard body nigga making anybody move back?

Hungry on this motherfucking mic wheres my food at?