Butane Baby, Brandon Mack - Shmeat World

Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
I got more bars in my dome than y'all written
They treat me like a farm, tryna profit - no chicken
Tryna get me to work hard on Sunday, it's no chicken
My compensation is supper and no we're not splittin'
Fuck you magicians, the bomb been tickin'
The clays been laid and you bitches tryna pitch in
My conduct is harmless why you flippin' like omelettes
Don't need a dime for time in your studio apartment
("I'ma get a million for everybody on the team
I'ma pay a million for your million dollar dream")
More like you gon' send a million messages to me
And a million more when I leave you on seen
Leave you on seen
I know your next step 'fore the message delivers
Oranges on the scene when I send you my hitters
"Why you never in the club?" I don't mess with no liquor
I ain't testing my liver
At your best you're a quitter
At the worst I'ma fail
But I'll never take your help for my records to sell
I'm talking (Shmeat World!)
Where the bitches at?
And I ain't talking 'bout Rob, where the Miss's at?
It was our first and last miss to ever give you a chance
It'd be remiss if out of this we ain't give you something to dance
And maybe get some women to pull it out of your pants
Tryna tell me how to sell and you still live with your parents
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
He still live with his mom? Isn't he thirty?
Why the fuck you at the stu' when the dishes are dirty
Your currency couldn't change me if my pockets was hurting
Gotta launder mama's money as Shmeat World earnings
Burn a bridge from that brand, name belongs on a shirt, uh
Butane Baby branded cross the face of the earth
Leave a scar on the industry when the aliens emerge
We gon' cut straight through the gut, fuck a regular birth
C-section, don't tell em', we won't let em'
They obsessin' over the flow of the wrote felons
Got a hold on the game like Orton in full nelson
A label wanna hop on the train? They won't help him
Throw them bills at me, flow'll stay nasty
Shmeat tried to stop me, think that I'd actually quit
Fuck your money for the millionth time
Should've seen all the signs, ain't know way I'ma sign, bitch!
Talking all this shit 'bout what you bringing to the table
Shmeat ain't shit, bitch your label is a fable
That's what the streets been yelling, don't shoot the messenger
Don't cause some tension, regret it, and have to fess it up
And if I ain't responding, you can go ahead and just assume that you lost it
And pardon me I did it all, no deposits
So you can just imagine how I pop when I drop six hits
And I'm burning bridges with every single one of you bitches
Fuck your collective, connections, and your modeling pictures (Click!)
Fuck every single follow you bought
Made more songs than every single bottle you popped
(Stop, hoe!) Get out of my spot, you can't spit
Whole style bit, you ain't shit, no gifts, no talent
Focused on posing faux candids
Your four friends flashing their iPhone 4 cameras
More concerned with clothes, hoes, and nose candy
With plans to enamor us with hopes of poor management
Taking credit when you know that it's hot
Making edits on the message, keep the cheddar on lock
(And I said it a lot) I don't want your Shmeat in my ear
(You can forget it) And bet that we gon' take it from here
To everybody who would ever try to smear our careers
Y'all scream it out loud so the people can hear
I said
(Woah!) Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World! (You better think about what you've done)
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
(Woah!) Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World! (You better think about what you've done)
Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!
(Better- ere- you better- better- ere-
You better- think a- what- what you done-
Wha- what- wha- what- what- you done
Ere- ere- better a- think a- wha- what you done)
(Woah!) Shmeat World, Shmeat World!
I don't fuck with Shmeat World!

Written by:
Brandon Mack, Jimmy Tengan

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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