Can't Fuxx Wit' Me

Duration

4:53

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Test me? babes in the woods shouldn't dare/ (I'll) knock you out of your socks sideways kick you into gear/ I'm sick you isn't near as clear as (mere) ears can bear/ My rock the crystal crystale if you hear you cheer/ Ain't no wear-and-tear on my heart it keeps thumpin'/ I got my artistry pumpin' as uh the market keeps plungin'/ Like a toilet//soil it take it to Castro/ The high-archy like Moses Noah baked with Maslow/ Tobasco, tobacco's made for a meal/ The flavorin' I be spittin' at you's like comparin' paper to steel/ The hate isn't real comin' from a place of your own/ Sorry to misinterpret what you motherfuckers is 'zon/ Cut a rug and she's gone (w)rappin' around ya' heads like du-rags/ Flappin' around the den like tucans trapped in a sound again I'm two claps// Away from what you call real/ Your homebase is the shortstop as I'm out the ball field/ You can't fuck wit' this, so don't try it/ You can't fuck wit' this, so go riot/ You can't touch this prick, homos I am/ The chillest of villains with skillets to roast those who don't know 'bout my shit/ I got the blues, fishin' like harpoons/ What I'm doin' it's-the-fluidity-of-stupidity-like-car-toons/ On the radio take me on my measures brought/ Fickity-funk back as y'all (be) second guessin' ya' second thoughts/ Never hauled, as much weight as now/ I'm gainin' pounds hangin' out danglin' Tao a cash cow/ Slash class clown who never seems to get a laugh/ Even though I pack more punchlines than a (fucking) telegraph/ And I'm hella sad mellow at best but I get real mad/ Then I burn it up in a cypher Under Slege 2 Leningrad/ Have a wine-cellar as my time-teller/rhymes stellar/ I can't go wrong, if I start-right-here and I'm better, / Than ever before, forever clever for sure/ My bender's center metaphors and never weathered or torn/ They're expressed when they're born enterers then senders for war/ Leavin' the cornball norms more forlorn than '40's Warsaw (dorks!)/ Everybody needs to shut the fuck up.../ And let me express this.../ To all the haters and the irritatin' instigatin' imitators.../ Fuck you!!!/ My undertoe goes bending when I flow like an eddy/ I got my foot in my mouth//and it's open like Wendys/ MV//P of the envy see/ NBC here as I cast a broad like MTV/ And yes *meep meep* I'm the roadrunner/ My tracks are for hot air to flash past 'em like a ghostbuster/ No other's better yessir I blow up antennas/ Kinetic electricity enters my wholesome beretta/ And I go nuts when I'm tempered I've wholes summed to their embers/ My mentor is a never-endin' bender in (all it's) splendor/ Etcetera but I don't know what y'all have been tootin'/ 'Tis gayer than a homo's mojo blowin' flutes on a cruise ship/ No one knew I could do this no one " " I could prove shit/ But here it is in the flesh so to speak my hooks root in/ The nerve endings of the soul verve blending up a bowl/ See da' rawness/awe is/what you owe (me)//