Shut Yo Bitch Ass Up / Muddy Waters JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown

[Part I: Shut Yo Bitch Ass Up]

[Intro]
Shut the fuck up talking to—

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I don't rap circles 'round niggas, I do figure eights
Rent free in nigga's heads, should do real estate
Mistake will make the razor blade hit the dinner plate
Same story— (Shut the—)
Let's—who win the race
Lights, camera, action, close the slate
When tables turn, I'm making records break
Bumpin' to the DJ, I make his needle skip the plate
Rikki rikki, check, check, check it (Why you still talkin' to me-me-me? Shut the fuck up)
You satire, camp fires to Al-Qaeda
I'm like the only lighter in Rikers
You vampires, always bitin' and suckin'
Shit is nothin', no discussion, concussion if you try to touch him
On my momma, I was broke (Hear me, I said, "Shut the fuck up talking—")
Like a promise from a fat bitch saying no more McDonald's
I come from when no work was honest
It was either gettin' shot at or head to county (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
I just hit the bottle to drown out the chatter
All these voices in my head had my brain all scattered
How I got more ill, when I stop poppin' them pills
Now I'm slangin' propane like I'm King of the Hill
Man, it's over for that lame shit, the ending is near
Is you finished? Are you d—
You're just sayin' a bunch a nothin'
Like you speakin' in tongues
Showed up uninvited, they didn't want me to come
Feel like daddy home, they all my sons