Work Magic lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh! Filth! Stu Bangas! G-Mo! Let me work!

[Chorus]
Let a n*gga work his magic, I can show you how to gas sh*t
Where I'm from, I never had sh*t and I ain't ever going back b*tch
Let a n*gga work his magic, I can show you how to gas it
Where I'm from, I never had sh*t and I ain't ever going back b*tch (Biatch!)

[Verse 1]
Yo I'm in the rap game cherry pickin'
Got this b*tch on lock like an R. Kelly victim
Makaveli flippin' in his grave and I'm barely spittin'
Every written leave 'em shocked but they not jellyfishin'
I could be the greatest battle rapper next to Mook
'Cause I'm good at takin' foul shots but I never hoopеd
Give me a second, Stu, I paid thе nun extra loot
To suck my di*k in the confession booth, she was pregnant too
Hands sticky from the f*ckin' residue, rolling human-sized blunts, smoking on the leg of Groot
It's Inf Gang, let us through and don't talk to me, I'm the type you've got to write a letter to
f*ck y'all n*ggas with a broken bat until your colon and your f*ckin' scrotum sac overlap
Where I'm from, I'm never going back, it's a dead end
Like a cul-de-sac so I'm spittin' boatloads of crack

[Chorus]
Let a n*gga work his magic, I can show you how to gas sh*t
Where I'm from, I never had sh*t and I ain't ever going back b*tch
Let a n*gga work his magic, I can show you how to gas it
Where I'm from, I never had sh*t and I ain't ever going back b*tch (Biatch!)
[Verse 2]
Ain't sh*t funny, I ain't heard a joke in months
I've been cleaning my house holding a sponge soaked in blood
Trying to knock Oprah up, I got her in a cobra clutch
When it come to flowing tough, I'm Midas with the golden touch
These rappers gettin' folded like laptops, I'm a rare n*gga they can't see, a Sasquatch
The doc took a look at my heart and saw a black spot
I blast Glocks and give you more holes than some damn Crocs
Stu, I'ma get 'em, soon as you throw the hand sign
Tie 'em up and put a sock in they mouth like Mankind
I hate everybody, you ain't gotta understand why
Just go bellyflop on top of a f*ckin' landmine
I be hella trippin', a real nutcase with more personalities than reality television
9/11 was an inside job and your b*tch made my di*k disappear like [Barry's Janice?]

[Chorus]
Let a n*gga work his magic, I can show you how to gas sh*t
Where I'm from, I never had sh*t and I ain't ever going back b*tch
Let a n*gga work his magic, I can show you how to gas it
Where I'm from, I never had sh*t and I ain't ever going back b*tch (Biatch!)