Pete Wurthy - Saturday Sinnaz & Sunday Repentaz

Tough as I'm gonna act, smooth as I wanna be
Tell your chick to take a freakin' seat, Wurthy on TV
My damn self, workin' the beat in the BG
I cop adrenaline stayin' alive, like the Bee Gees
No BG, no cash money clique, in dis bitch
Yes my crew, got my back, while I spit ballistic
Metaphors at domes, I eject these rap clones
My machete shown, I dissect, these rap home grown 
Tomatoes, dissin' my skills that they never had
Now they're used to catchin' my flow like a Maxi Pad
Your green silent, my cash talkin' like Charlie Sheen
Call it whipped Jenga how I be stacking this cream
I'm swole, get dolo, for my photo post on Ebay
Cut model chicks like a DJ, no JK
I'd rip you harder on the micra, but I'm lazay
Sleepin' in church like I partayed all Saturday
Now who gettin' wild, who tryna act naughty
Never fear, Pete Wurthy is at the party
Look at shawty, do that dance
Now I'm in my b-boy stance
A cracker wit' flavor like Lance
Tipsy, tryna hold my pants up
Ya homie tryna get a fat stack
Whack dudes tryna win the keys to their house back
Gamblin', sippin' somethin', steady cussin' like a sinna
I'll make it up later but tonight I'm a winner
Skills kinetic, I'm trill poetic, same frontwards to backwards
Like dyslexic, but I stay focused to get this
On the real, still I bless this mic, my chest is getting 
Cut up like the butta on a grill, prevent me like an
Ill sickness, kill victims no steel, you witness
Snide bitches, saying Wurth fed you verb meals for breakfast
Lunch and dinner, I'm a sinner but I walk with Him
Ain't no skin off my dorsal fin if you decide 
You ain't a rap fan, tell a member of congress
While this metaphorical vile attack your flesh
When you consider surface of globe, I'm da best
Cuz I spit phonics impossible to digest
Makin' Saturday Nights Live, Pete's the right guy
Never courteous but curt when it comes to mic fights
I got the game on lock like a jail keeper
Get Wurth on your track if you want your sales steeper
Now who gettin' wild, who tryna act naughty
Never fear, Pete Wurthy is at the party
Look at shawty, do that dance
Now I'm in my b-boy stance
A cracker wit' flavor like Lance
Tipsy, tryna hold my pants up
Ya homie tryna get a fat stack
Whack dudes tryna win the keys to their house back
Gamblin', sippin' somethin', steady cussin' like a sinna
I'll make it up later but tonight I'm a winner
Now who gettin' wild, who tryna act naughty
Never fear, Pete Wurthy is at the party
Look at shawty, do that dance
Now I'm in my b-boy stance
A cracker wit' flavor like Lance
Tipsy, tryna hold my pants up
Ya homie tryna get a fat stack
Whack dudes tryna win the keys to their house back
Gamblin', sippin' somethin', steady cussin' like a sinna
I'll make it up later but tonight I'm a winner
You can't be serious all the time man
Sometimes you gotta put down what you working on
And you gotta just forget about all the bills
Forget about your obligations and responsibilities
Press the snooze button on all that
And just go out and have a ball man
Aye, we all deserve it right
We're only young for just a little while
So, I think I'm gonna follow my own advice tonight
Check on out of this studio, hit up the club
See what kind of trouble I get into, you know what I'm sayin'
Let's ride

Written by:
Adam Shinn

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