Stephen King lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Basically I’m like Stephen King out in this motherf*cker
I wrote a lot of movies
You know I wrote OutKast, that was one of the biggest movies out
And I wrote motherf*ckin’ MF DOOM
That was one of the motherf*ckin’ movies that took the time by storm
That’s all me, f*ck that
And of course, you know
There’s a lot of other little independent motherf*ckin' movies I wrote a long time ago, like Rawkus
They had about eighteen million motherf*ckers that sounded like me
A lot of cloned Sir Menelik
You know what I’m saying?
They fans, you know what I’m saying?
They don’t know this sh*t
Let’s get this sh*t started

Spiral dunk, with Erica take a dump
Your man on a skateboard gon’ think my sh*t is German funk
Watch your baddest b*tch sh*t a big chunk
Leave a white stripe on the ass like a black skunk
The kids call ‘em drunk unc’
They vocals and music sound pus*y like a pump
Regional doo doo
You constipated with a Tampax between your boo boo
None of you can f*ck with the pressure of leakage in your draws
Got you searchin’ for bathrooms on tours
f*ck what you did earlier, what the f*ck you doin’ now?
My lyrics stain all over you
You see the spots on the cow?
Grade A meat, if you got a tiger to come get it I’ll put a tough steak out on the street
Melt that sh*t around your face down
With factory heat
Backpack your sh*t up then back out
You can’t compete
The phantom got ‘em lookin’ like a b*tch behind the curtains, feelin’ elite
Caffeined up, these guys, they tea-sweet Cherokee, lookin’ for Bigfoot
Y’all scared to get out, your woman took a sh*t in the Jeep
That’s what she get for trying to sit in the hot seat
Never respected a b*tch sleepin’ with a n*gga that smell like corn-cheese-feet
Nasty motherf*cker
Girls don’t like me ‘cause I use a rubber
f*ck you, as*h*le
I’m not that don’t-take-a-bath brother
Keep the underarms with deodorant under
Watch them black-ass tights under them jeans, that like a sundress
Watch you smell like fish and sh*t this summer
Back up in the parking lot with Barney face on the hood, the green trim on the purple hummer
Xbox built in the dash, women break out mad, I put a condom on to f*ck my cash
Built up all my public announcement sh*t
My style is a movie flick
Like me filmin’ lactose out your tit
Abuse your confidence ’til you quit
Put some salve on that canker sore on your lip
Get on your computer and grab a washcloth for your foggy forehead
Grab that natural organic, then wipe it off
I can tell you’re a b*tch with draws, with a plad tablecloth
A chipmunk with cat manure in his draws
Salmonella sweatin’ through his pores
Red carpet di*kheads better respect my laws
Don’t get sh*t of mines twisted with yours
But get his p*ss in the dude’s face like George
Simple Simon catch, your b*tch wanna have an org’
But you think you’re better than the Bible, you’re a f*cking lord
[Outro]
Yeah
Caught you n*ggas out there sleepin’
It isn’t f*ckin’ “sleepin’ time”
I’m telling you motherf*ckers
I am motherf*ckin’ hip-hop
You think of hip-hop, you think of f*ckin’ me