Gut You The Weathermen

[Verse 1: Copywrite]
I stay focused, fuck petty wars. Got too
Many issues already, not trying to subscribe to anymore
But do as little as utter, it’s on, and I’m
On E in the studio, spitting like Stuttering John
We both from Columbus, pay homage
Only cat that got rich from beef here is Dave Thomas
But you know: however you want it, I’ll serve it
Whether too blunted or nervous, get your crew hunted and murdered
Bleeding on blocks. From the bottom up, I stay shitting
Even on top, I still hold it down like a rape victim
Robbed your crib with my song blasting
Switched your bong water with piss, your hash with your mom’s ashes
I fuck raw with strange chicks
Won’t shower, come home, then my bitch suck the same dick
Me stop? You can slob this dick
I ain’t quitting ‘til I look like I robbed Slick Rick

[Hook: Copywrite, Camu Tao, and Cage]
And we don’t
Give a fuck what you want. For real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this bitch. We don’t
Give a fuck what you want. For real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this bitch