Shea Michael - MADD HATTER

Check it out now he's back in the house waiting on his punk ass but he's breaking it out
Looking for the door I kicked in you're trapped now ain't nowhere left to run or to hideout
Attacking again and killing his kin every time I knee him in the balls cause he tried to leave me in the wind
No more time left to crunch rhymes but this a sign I'm committed to making this life
I been working nine to five through this strife but that's life
Know I ain't the sharpest in this drawer of all knives
I survive living in this world that ain't alive leaving the hive I'm on my own but for this time
With Cuban ice I'd be Americas most wanted fuck that most wanted in the world
He's bitching and screaming and crying and dawg won't shut the fuck up
Man, I will fuck your girl
Dawg you ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning up with
Cause your head look like a mop you already kicking the bucket
Ain't liking all your attitude I killed you already, but fuck it
You ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning up with
I don't need a fucking pussy tryna tell me he think he's the baddest
The looking glass already told you which hatter's the maddest
Check it out now I ain't even peeked
I ain't had a single glimpse of what it's like to hit peak
I remember when they told me all my lyrics are weak
Now I can shit out seven hits one each day of the week
Defining a culture is something ain't easy
But it was done by Dre, Ren, Cube, and Yella and Eazy
I'm just looking for a name in hip hop but I
I'm the motherfucker take an eye for an eye
Spilling a feeling on every verse you know I've started thinking all this shit was a curse
I'll fuck yo bitch well mines the whole universe
A criminal mind I put you aside your feelings hurt
You're aiming to kill you're framing this deal
Tryna fuck me out of money you be taking the red pill
Cause this is my reality you needing some skill
Just a grumpy old man tryna keep all my bills
Dawg you ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning up with
Cause your head look like a mop you already kicking the bucket
Ain't liking all your attitude I killed you already, but fuck it
You ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning up with
I don't need a fucking pussy tryna tell me he think he's the baddest
The looking glass already told you which hatter's the maddest
Check it out now back for round three
I'm lyrically swishing there's no missing too clean
Trow your ass around like a damn washing machine
I ain't mean I'm blue cause I ran out the green
Leave the fucking building like you know you were told to
This pussy wants to mess with a euphoric crew
You fat bitch your blunts made of hohos fool
Just a white dude hating on white dudes
No one cares you ain't a flare not a spark of light from your hair
The top of your heads gone so bare
I give you the dare to step up to me you fat punk
I ain't here to share all my feelings for free
You ain't been shit you feel this as the blade just reaches deep in then you feeling it twist in your skin
This is it I don't wanna do this shit cut the tape wait got the hook again
Dawg you ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning up with
Cause your head look like a mop you already kicking the bucket
Ain't liking all your attitude I killed you already, but fuck it
You ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning up with
I don't need a fucking pussy tryna tell me he think he's the baddest
The looking glass already told you which hatter's the maddest

Written by:
Shea McElligott

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