Demolition Man lyrics

[Hook: Mr. Muthaf*ckin eXquire]
Yo... f*ck the industry, f*ck NYC
f*ck these A&R's, f*ck the world
f*ck your mixtape, f*ck your album
f*ck your movement, I f*cked your girl
This is the answer, show me only questions
That n*ggas crazy, who could it be?
f*ck your suggestions, f*ck all the questions
This is the answer, don't worry 'bout me

[Verse]
I got my flow in '98, we used to get jiggy
In south beach, sit in cars cabs and getting wet willies
Shut the spot down, till I flew up
Chicken strips and french fries mixed with a little guts
Yeah I'mma little nuts, they got me sinking
Drowning in my regrets, some suicidal visions
I'm paranoid, and I'm hearing noises
Can't understand how son of Sam enjoy this
This girl is underhanded, poisonous
All for the love of the cake
These b*tches like ankle weights on a paper chase
Never will I stop, will I chill, will I slow my pace?
Stare death in the face
You ain't get the memo? b*tch I'm the sh*t
In case you didn't know this, n*ggas don't call me true no more
I'm Mr. Muthaf*ckin eXquire