What Are You Doing lyrics

[Intro]
I'm killing them all
I'm killing them all
I'm killing them all
I'm killing them all

[Verse 1]
Just the other day I got bit by a venomous
2 days later Chuck Norris died, call up the ambulance
Tell em' to stand by, tell em' my franchise
Is leaving them past fried, I'm living the fast life
f*ck a school, I'm doing my math right
15k this past month, 3k last night
That's 14 more than my teachers period
Ever made in a 4 week period, period
I'm killing them softly, they said I wouldn't amount to sh*t
I guess I mounted a bit, maybe a mountain and sh*t
Hold on, f*ck, I miscounted this grip
My counselors can bounce on a di*k and suck 'til their tonsils get stripped
Man, I hope they see this soon
Cause a few years from noon, I'll be doing the moonwalk
Or better yet walking on the moon
With a f*cking parakeet singing my tune
Call me a f*cking therapist, what the f*ck am I doing?

[Hook x2]
What are you doing?
I'm killin' 'em all
All these asses lined up
Man, I'm kickin' 'em all
All these critics gettin' mad
Man, I'm tickin' 'em off
They wanna point their finger at me
Man, I'm flickin' 'em off

[Verse 2]
I impress nothing less than a missile
Let me address this issue, Passionate, I guess I'm next to diss you
Tell Luke Skywalker you need a shirt that fits you
Rip a mic, b*tch you couldn't rip a tissue
So let me find out where the Docs admit you
And I'll be sure to stop by with some Midol for your menstrual
"Crushing me, I think Passionate has
But I don't like little boys like this Passionate fag"
Is it Parkinson's or is this fag having a seizure?
I can see through this phony, I don't need to research
I don't need to meet him to know he's wack as sh*t
Fact is, he's mad as sh*t cause he tries too hard to rap and sh*t
And I don't gotta try to rap a bit
There's a slim chance that I'll get grabbed a bit
But this fake Canibus is just a faggot prick
Who thinks he's a rap god, but he's a bag of sh*t
[Hook x2]
What are you doing?
I'm killin' 'em all
All these asses lined up
Man, I'm kickin' 'em all
All these critics gettin' mad
Man, I'm tickin' 'em off
They wanna point their finger at me
Man, I'm flickin' 'em off