Matt B - White Lyrics

I've done it right since the beginning
I'm uh writer and you're not winning
You're not brighter consecutive dimmings
No depth you're personified skimming
I'm personified BDE I be da energy
Consuming everything and all that which I see
For better for worse whatever it may be
I regurgitate eliminate preserving jammy beats

I'm hot shit you're not shit
You hate this but you want it
It happens often when I'm on it
You look nauseous I'm making progress
I'm back to rake this I'm not wrong bitch
You can't take this just being honest

Under your sheets you'll find your horse head
No not the animal I said your whore's head
Severed long the neck she still breathing in the bed
I feel like a God Father now look who's bringing death
Bitch I'm iced out you're quiet like mice
You're nappy and liced out you're trying me like
Keep it all coming I ain't saying nothing
Bringing up my name you must be really trying something
I'll send you to your God and I promise I'm not bluffing
Like Kamehameha you don't really want the roughing
I'll take on the whole world if it means I get the stuffing
And I'll end it in your eyes now we'll see you get to snuffing
With your words and all you're lies bitch this my ride
You can look from way out there bitch not inside
You're nothing to me you're really sad
Had me then but now I'm back
Right in the Sebring what you bringing
Nothing dope you should rope

I'm hot shit you're not shit
You hate this but you want it
It happens often when I'm on it
You look nauseous I'm making progress
I'm back to rake this I'm not wrong bitch
You can't take this just being honest

I'll make your brain a mush hurl it though the atmosphere
And I'll give your man a smush then he'll know what's there to fear
You better get him in check you better get him out of here
Before he's rung round the neck and he's diving in the pier
With cinder blocks I do this kind of shit around the clock
Tick and Tock strangled till your heart has stopped
Bitch I'm Milly rock if you're the Duggie
You had your time but now it's complete
I've seen you're shit it's like yikes
You're out of your league three strikes
And I'm back in the chair goodnight
To end another career and do it right

I'm hot shit you're not shit
You hate this but you want it
It happens often when I'm on it
You look nauseous I'm making progress
I'm back to rake this I'm not wrong bitch
You can't take this just being honest

I'd go more in depth but I'd rather summarize
That's all for now as I get my summer rise
How I'm breaking out the scissors and I'm cutting paper ties
And I'm rocking while they scissor must have really caught their eyes
Cuz this paper beats the rocking must be really with the times
In 60 f*cking seconds she'll want to 69
In 60 f*cking minutes I'll be back to writing rhymes
In 24 hours I'll be right back on my grind
You don't want this I promise
I'm original and I'm honest
You can't stop me they can't even hold me back
I'm something to stop for I told you I'd be back