What The Hell - On the Real lyrics

Alright! [Repeated Sampled Hook] (See that's being for real, as of now) (For real though) [Verse 1] Madchild No need to flex ‘cause I wrecks with the lyrical throw down A showdown, with me you'll need a miracle Rip on the flipside, spin the wheel of fortune Swarming like a bunch of [?] Culture shock is scorching Writing what I'm writing then enliven with my pick I'll shish kebab your a** like a piranha on a stick Quick to inject the vinyl venom in your system Got a lot of problems, I'll be pissed if I need to list them Your style s**s dick, um, your crew s**s dick You're s**ing so much I'm about to cum quick I spunk from the junk that you think is hunky-dory f**ing punk, your funky stories from the kiddy category I knocked your socks off. (You know It) Made you f-feel bad, but I'm glad I got my rocks off Wannabes are going to see me and what they should be Could be they're trying to battle Shane B Would be senseless like a game of 52 pickup I could slide and ride the rhythm even if I got the hiccups Stick up your hands ‘cause I'm taking you forever, then you're gone And I'll say “thanks a lot” I'm pulling your leg if I say I know just how you feel And that's on the real [Repeated Sampled Hook] (See that's being for real, as of now) (For real though) [Repeated Samples] {That's on the real} (Yes, it's on the real) {I said, that's on the real} (Yes, it's on the real) {That's on the real} (Yes, it's on the real) {I said, that's on the real} (See that's being for real, as of now) [Verse 2] Rev up the reel, my rhymes are on idol Speaking for real on the rhythm, check the title I think they make you [?] facts, jack You never see me front because I always watch my back Attack, black [?] beast when I release, my pressure Yes sir, you the second guesser, professor No lesser, listen to my lesson Put up your hands please don't question my ability Facilities, I rock to a tee Don't blame me for casualties What's it got to do with me? Nothing honey Come on, money No fun. What's up? Is it that time of the month? What? [?] You can sing to this but all I have to do is bu*t Hey mister, get out the picture, I mean get out the frame Show you why I can't get my name to you Damn, my man, are you really gonna step on my shoes Even though they're no suede, you be singing me the blues [?] took it Look at, give it here, give it back Gimme, gimme never gets Shut up you backseat riders, I'm at the wheel And I ain't from the hill, but I can still be real [Repeated Sampled Hook] (See that's being for real, as of now) (For real though)