Vermin the Villain - $outhpaw (feat. DJ Oddball) Lyrics

Check it out, check it out
Check my style, check my style
Check it out, check it out
Check my style, check my style, check my style yo
Yo I gotta thank ma and pa for my progress
For giving me the opportunity to make some profits
Yeah you bet they blessed me with all kinds of ill abilities
Like people be trying grip me but they skills still missing me
My flow's too slippery with the word wizardry
I keep it simple stupid like "L-M-N-O-P"
I dot my I's and cross my T's so don't get crossed with me
I'm merging words in ways you never heard and busting easily
Like maybe it's cause I copped an undergraduate degree
While other mama-f*ckers still struggle with ABC's
And I know a piece of paper don't mean shit on the streets
But everybody spitting lies about themselves except me yeah
My vocabulary is multifariously hella scary
The corollary is cemeteries for little fairies and secondaries
That think it's necessary to make them raps imaginary
Cause y'all just huckleberries
You never know
I'm finna to go
I'm on my own
Straight from my home
Bad to the bone
Yeah I don't need scheming no more
To show your support
I see you rep LORD
So in short, of course
I'm beating beats like book reports
They shooting nukes Luke - blast 'em - use the Force
Dark side sith killa's taxing our imports
So i'ma spray my name up over their white walls
Windows, street signs, bus stops, and bathroom stalls
So check it out
Uh uh uh
Check it out
Check my style, check my style
Check-a-check-a-check it out
So check it out, so check it out
Check my style, check my style, check my style
Check-a-check-a-check it out
Yo I never gave a f*ck about drugs out on the cut
To make money me myself and I was enough
But don't get it twisted still like nefarious stuff
It's just that everyone else never amounted to much
Like these porky pigs that turn our people into spaghetti
If that's justice, I'm ripping laws up to confetti
Listening to Fetty Wap
Tryna get these headies off
And a steady gwap
'stead of small sweaty penny pots
Listen, the world's shit, lit, and glistening
Hot off the presses
Yes it's sizzling
Geronimo as I tippy-toe through the tulips
Schooling fools with a ghoulish rule 'cause they stupid
Peeshaw, yippie-kai-yays with the yee-haws?
Nah ma, just the wrong side of the pro-laws
Guess we better pause 'cause
Shit's got like mad flaws
Awe nah it's the ooh-la-la spitting southpaw, raw
The ooh-la-la spitting southpaw, raw
Ooh-la-la spitting southpaw, raw
It's the ooh-la-la spitting southpaw, raw
It's the ooh-la-la spitting southpaw, raw