Alumni - Came to Rock (feat. DJ Epik)

Alumni’s back
The stage is calling me
Lights, cameras, they follow me
Rip mics, no apologies
I’m hyped, no stalling me
I’m instrumental, over instrumentals to your mental
I came to kill this shit, none of it’s accidental
I step on the ground, lights flash like Billie Jean
‘Cause I can handle the rock, like I was Pistol Pete
‘Cause all I wanna see is green, like I’m Listerine
‘Cause what I spit is compared to methamphetamines
I came to raise Hell, like Satan was my only child
You get winded on mics like it’s your last mile
My whole style is a middle finger and a beer
I laugh a lot, but it’s mostly at your career
My pen cheers me, rappers like y’all fear me
‘Cause when the crowd calls my name
You hear it clearly
I’ll step on your watch, I’m better at crunch time
Your set’s a joke, but I don’t hear no punchlines
See, this right here is what we call dope
And y’all lames rappin’ is what we call a joke
And I don’t really care what you’re writing or just wrote
Get smoked like a church that hired a new pope
Yeah, I’m so dope, I’m feeling like new coke
Y’all washed up and dirty, and needing some new soap
Look, my bars straight out the oven
I had Sac buzzin’ like DeMarcus Cousins
So don’t say nothin’, every rhyme’s disgustin’
Your boy drop lines like I’m David Ruffin
I keep heads buggin’ and got the hoes comin’
Back to my room, they dying to show somethin’
And I don’t really care if it’s mine or your woman
Either way, she crushin’, ridin’, and toe touchin’
My flow mad jumpin’
I spaz and Brad, youngin’
Gotta let us swag, I rock like Smash Pumpkins
Stick your body in the ground, make you eco friendly
Nothing more biodegradable than an emcee
Ain’t much you can say that’ll offend me
Cross lines, a right cross’ll leave your grill on empty
Wipe that mug off your face, little boy, don’t tempt me
To go upside your head, tomahawk, Shawn Kemp thee
In other words, your shine has come to an end, B
You want punchlines, fuck with Kel, he got plenty
Prhyme got the wordplay, Bush handles the biz
And I’m the one that leave your chick covered in jizz
Eww
No, serious
Mouthpiece nasty, eating pussy on her period
My tongue amphibious, slitherin’, drippin’ venom and
A glass of OJ, get my Simpson off a fifth of gin
Steel-toed Timberlands
Kick your dick, make you impotent
Came to rock, rock to cum
What’s the name of this shit again?
See, I thought about rocking out with my cock out
Fucking Red Hot Chili Pepper sock style
But even Pippi’s isn’t big enough to fit me
So I’m giving up
Plus, the boys told me not to drop trou
Fucking sissies
I’m tryin’a get this fucking party crackin’
Twenty shots of Jack, and another twenty of Captain
Half a bottle of aspirin, what’s the worst that could happen?
I’m asking, as I’m yackin’
Smashed like Michael Jackson
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout relapsing
Yo, pass me that propofol
I’m feeling too sober, y’all
Tonight I might throw it all away
Take a fat girl home, camel toe and all
I’m tryin’a score me some brains
And this chick’s a know it all
So don’t be standing all up on the wall
Like a totem pole
Get out on the floor, go for broke, yo
Throw them ‘bows
A Party ain’t a party ’til someone gets a broken nose
We came to rock, so crank it to eleven
Overload

Written by:
Brian Bush, Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson, Miguel Cervantes

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