Mad at It Dirty Heads

[Verse 1: Dirty J]
Damn this beat has got me talkin' with a Southern drawl
If you ain't happy, I don't really wanna fuck with y'all
Fanatics who finangle foreshadow the fable fortune
Get to fuck with fate
Doesn't matter to flippin' tables
Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel bruh
I put the pussy perpendicular to amateur
You can't contest the cash and grass in my curriculum
I'm down and dirty man, you call my ass Caligula

[Chorus: Dirty J]
Now I ain't even mad at it
Keepin' up with all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking like it's so tragic
I ain't even mad at it
I ain't even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking so tragic I ain't fucking mad at it

[Verse 2: Duddy B]
Man let me break it down now
God this is my hypothesis
This beat is just so heavy, maybe that's why I be droppin' it
My fanbase just keeps growin' at my shows like a metropolis
And girls get so horny, they chargin' me: rhinoceros
Gentlemen, gentlemen, come and take and buy your medicine
This sedative settin' in, feelin' better in your element
I'm about to lose it, Gary Busey on this rodeo
Cause y'all just trying to poach up all these treasures out of my fishing hole