The Weathermen - Gut You lyrics

[Copywrite] I stay focused, f** petty wars Got too many issues already, not trying to subscribe to anymore But do as little as utter, it's on And I'm on E in the studio spittin' like Stutterin' John We both from Columbus Pay homage Only cat that got rich from beef here is Dave Thomas But you know, however you want it, I'll serve it Whether too blunted or nervous Get your crew hunted and murdered Bleedin' on blocks From the bottom up I stay sh**tin' Even on top I still hold it down like a rape victim Robbed your crib with my song blastin' Switched your bong water with piss, your hash with your mom's ashes I f** raw with strange chicks Won't shower, come home to my b**h, s** the same dick Me stop? You can slob this dick I won't quit till I look like I robbed Slick Rick [Hook] And we don't give a f** what you want For real, f** you Front, we will hunt you down, k**, then gut you Put that pen down, you ain't sh** Now shut your hands up when we in this b**h We don't give a f** what you want For real, f** you Front, we will hunt you down, k**, then gut you Put that pen down, you ain't sh** Now shut your hands up when we in this b**h [Cage] Look Let's clear the rumor of the hour Stomp the tumor out your face to frost the gucci on the Puma's Wordsmith, can't get it (?) Need a refresher course on how to take a punch to the face I'll beat the sh** out of you in front you in front of your b**h And beat the piss out your b**h and back you with my dick Pause your scene on stillframe, no stress lately Got a trunk full of hoes and an ECS-80(?) But I'm sittin' shotty, Filled with (?) chronics But you know I'm like "f** DC. Marvel Comics!" Jumped off a plane, stinkin' of Sole pus(?) Sayin' what I want cus the NDC is so p**y How you want it? Movies for the blind or comics for the nearsighted This New York, b**h, pay homage Stop wastin' mine and the crowd's time Thought you had beef, standing there with a cow spine [Hook] And we don't give a f** what you want For real, f** you Front, we will hunt you down, k**, then gut you Put that pen down, you ain't sh** Now shut your hands up when we in this b**h We don't give a f** what you want For real, f** you Front, we will hunt you down, k**, then gut you Put that pen down, you ain't sh** Now shut your hands up when we in this b**h [Camu Tao] Let me brief you on the (?) myth The nerds are tryin' to find a proper place to dump your piss Ideal the sickest, (yeah n***a) I'll k** your mistress f**in' with me, you'll end up playin' with them eels and fishes Hit you with a six shooter from a two-seater Hit you with 16 bars This seem odd? (?) will hit you with 16 cars You're gonna get held, you better be bringin' the heat There's no way you can keep me tame There's no thermostat that can keep this range You ain't spittin' smart enough, n***a eat this brain Scorchin' n***as and torchin' their rhymes f**in' with lies, I'm f**in' with life Remember with the war machine you're suffering twice Have your b**h strung out on the table and f** her with knives [Hook] And we don't give a f** what you want For real, f** you Front, we will hunt you down, k**, then gut you Put that pen down, you ain't sh** Now shut your hands up when we in this b**h We don't give a f** what you want For real, f** you Front, we will hunt you down, k**, then gut you Put that pen down, you ain't sh** Now shut your hands up when we in this b**h