Bushman Tells It lyrics

[Bushman]
I'ma have to take this to the motherf*ckin ghetto-ass summit man
There's a lot of fake-ass motherf*ckers
Claimin they ratin sh*t on motherf*ckin cable networks
Knahmsayin man? I can't understand this sh*t man
I'm from where they make you SHIVER
You know that place they call motherf*ckin Bronx River
But I always kept low-key motherf*cker
Cause I know it's hard out there
Y'knahmsayin I'd be sittin on the sidelines, up in the PJ's man
And I was there when sh*t was goin down
With them n*ggas Bambaataa, and Kool Herc n*gga
Yo Fab 5 Freddy~!
Yo these n*ggas really need to know what the f*ck is goin on man
Cause when you did motherf*ckin, Yo! Raps
You really told it like it was
But these new motherf*ckin made brand motherf*ckers
That don't got no motherf*ckin life
Just livin paycheck to paycheck
And lookin for a f*ckin squirt-off for the night
Just like them n*ggas be up at Suzy Rendezvous, f*ckin around
Pullin they di*k out, thinkin they can get they sh*t licked
Got a bunch of motherf*ckers sittin around a motherf*ckin table
Claimin they know who the best
The best rappers out here in this motherf*ckin world
Y'all n*ggas is straight nincompoop motherf*ckers, knahmsayin?
You gon' get a n*gga like me and a whole bunch
Of other motherf*ckers out here that know the real true game
To this hip-hop game yo
Gon' give you that Tyson look and slap you the f*ck up real quick
Like you sittin on benches, up in the projects n*gga
Hawkin and spittin, on the floor
Yeah you ain't motherf*ckin God, thinkin you know everything
Think you servin down on this motherf*ckin world
Globally, there's all type of rap n*ggas out here y'knahmsayin?
Who the f*ck you think you is
To put yourself in that f*ckin type of category~?!
To claim who's the f*ckin best
Cause you know this ain't no motherf*ckin contest, motherf*cker
You ain't never judged n*ggas in Africa
So what the f*ck is you comin out here from New York City
And you don't even live in N.Y.C
Youse a n*gga from another STATE
Motherf*ckin fakin jacks motherf*cker
I need to slap you in the back of your motherf*ckin neck
And give you a wedgie at the same time motherf*cker
You don't even go to China
Now how the f*ck can you claim that you know who's the motherf*ckin best?
When yo' ass is sittin in the motherf*ckin, BlueTube motherf*cker
Tryin to smile up in all n*ggas faces
When we walk around you, smilin
You don't even go to motherf*ckin Timbuktu
And talk to those n*ggas up in the hills
When sh*t was goin down, and you be sittin around a f*ckin panel
With all these motherf*ckin fat obesity motherf*ckers
That don't even know they front from they left
Tryin to judge motherf*ckers with these plaques
Y'all n*ggas need to step the f*ck back
Cause y'all n*ggas is way whack
I don't even understand y'all n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas is really givin rap a real, f*ckin look
A bad motherf*ckin look I mean
You got me so highly upset n*gga, I feel like sweatin
And defecatin all over your motherf*ckin face