Stevie Young - Plaid Shirt lyrics

[Verse 1] Uhh... I'm a Thor's brother genius I'll time travel to the past, find your mother and Norris Chuck ya fetus Of course it must be cheating, the abortion wasn't easy Under alot of pressure so I'm forced to crush the weakest Rappers now yap about cashin' out Brag and laugh all you want when you worth have of Micheal Jackson's house Born with a mic in my hand, sword to a blacksmith's child And leaving ma**es wowed from my ma**ive sprout Privalaged black kid, with innocent pa**ions Degenerate ba*tard, just chillin' in cla**es Gigglin' and laughin', kickin' some raps and Next teacher that interupts me's missin' in action "I haven't seen you since you were a baby," "Remember me?" No, but you stinch of feet, so lady, don't pinch my cheeks Attention please, I've officially entered the game Remember my name, pictured in frames, it sits on your brain [Hook: Stevie Young] Yeah... Stevie Young is that ba*tard Yup... He's the one in the plaid shirt Huh... Ya need run even faster Uhh... Cause he's the on in the plaid shirt [Verse 2] It's Stevie Young, dude's a psycho, write your suicide note I'm shootin' rivals, and the booth is my home Rock-a-bye-baby with a bottle full of propane Sober up daddy or powder my bu*t with c**aine Handle my toys, my samurai swords Pocket knife in my sock's that's white, just to damage a boy Splittin' hairs, and spittin' there, mother doesn't give a care So I'll lock my bedroom door, then I'll skin a bear Something happened with this kid, can't even define himself Unattractive with big lips, nobody even tried to help On the microphone I'm by myself blastin' sick thoughts This is rap music, I ain't gotta try to hip-hop Old people, hoodrats, and parents, yeah, they'll disagree There's many more fish in the sea, and I got fish to feed I'm pickin' seats in history, after that I won't stop I'm on top like Mr. T's mohawk [Hook] Money last, rap first, It's funny how the cla** works I'm somewhere 'round the master, they want me out the plaid shirt Young is now the bad pers, something's bout to hap sir I wonder how my tracks work, You buck I'm bound to act worse Accidents happen, and I happen to be an accident Daddy was active, so three-and-a-half is half his kids And now they sayin' I'm jackin' rappin' with a**onance I tell the trash to pa**, the pad is where the pa**ion is I'm pa**ionate with a tight schedule, I have to work fast And when I hit the booth, I'm way past the first cla** Attitude's flyer than Captain Kirk's calves Get your purse snatched by the Young, the ba*tard's shirt's plaid [Outro] "Uhh... Yeah... Trick... That was just my laid back flow... Let's get outta here..."