Bouty Johnson - You Need To Chill Lyrics

Yeah man He always trying to tell me to uplift myself Bullshit Bullshit
He needs to just go ahead put on a bowtie and a hat and preach and shut the f*ck up
Where's your bowtie at? Where is your bowtie
Yeah F*ck all y'all How y'all taste it
I got your motherf*ckin' grandma on my chin
Hey y'all lay back You need to chill ya need to blaze a sack or maybe eat a pill
Don't scheme or take that There ain't no need to steal
It ain't a Cadillac You need to keep it real
A flimsy battle axe will not defeat the shield
Yeah I heard you battle rap but I've yet to peep the skill that's in the comedy section
I like songs with affection Am I wrong cause hip-hop gives my schlong an erection
But when most MCs bust they have you swallow deception cause they fake
As that Congress elected left or right red or blue man I rock with the peasant
Democratic or Republican I rock with a message
I admit all their bullshit blocks my intestines but I refuse not to choose
My plot isn't destined plus my ancestors died for a reason
I should try and get even but I'm usually gettin high and eating
Trying to survive the season and always lying and cheating
While they were crying and bleeding and fighting for freedom
I guess I need to wake up or maybe bounce
Switch the change up put a pivot in my style
Move your head up and down uh boogie like brown
Yeah bobby but don't be sloppy
If you need a hobby you can do my laundry
Or you need that bomb weed all you do is call me
I'm like Bob Marley mix with Vince Lombardi
Salvador Dali with a little Ozzy Osbourne
Yeah I invented that yellow brick road
But if I was the wizard I would make sure that Dorothy gets boned
Hey Dorothy Hey Dorothy Hey Dorothy
I like that dress Hey Dorothy Hey Dorothy
When I'm done with you I'll be a mess
Yo I just try to do what I can just to breathe
But I am just a man and there's moves to achieve
So I get in the van roll up the weed
Yo what was the plan man? man I do it next week
I forgot man I forgot man I forgot man That's on me
I forgot man I forgot man And it's all man because of the weed
Might as well buy an L fly to Orion's Bell
Try to sell my soul away so that I survive in hell
And your herb is kind of stale so I'll take your clientele
All that bullshit I can smell make it burn like ginger ale
When you burp it in the air all that purple I inhale
Yeah I'm swerving to the curb and my learning is impaired
I'm a pervert peewee Herman and my circus in the rear
Please observe it I got permits and the purpose is to share
I got a petting zoo medical and a little revenue
But if I had to measure you I wouldn't need no set of tools
I'd do up with my index and thumb Then go have sex with a nun
Then go and cut the f*cking neck of a son
You think Jesus gonna protect you from the negligent ones
Ain't you see what happened to those kids in Connecticut son
You a degenerate give you a sedative instead of the gun
It's so pathetic the message is incredibly dumb
It's time to tell the confederates the president won
He's a white black man he's everyone
I'm that high grade shit you know those Mexican drugs
I got that razor blade spit severed a tongue
Try to stay old school that's all I'm saying
Analog to Pro Tools it all changed
I was 12 years old when I had a 4-track recorder
Now a lot of cats don't dig they just download it
I'm just 25 but I respect what's golden
F*ck Facebook that's my slogan
What you posted is not indulgent
You are not important you is a clone bitch
I had a moment now I'm done hating
I just can't believe my generation's so jaded
It's the media's fault we so tainted get the people involved
And we might make it but then the evil evolves
Into y'alls hatred you can't police these laws
If God ain't racist we need to treat these frauds like we treat rapists
I've been to a lot of places I've always seen Satan