HANDS! lyrics

[Intro]
O-o-oaker

[Hook: JayTurtleGod]
Imma  put hands on em put hands one em if he f*ck with me
Imma  put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put  hands on em put hands em if he f*ck with me

[Verse 1: JayTurtleGod]
I make em beg for they life
It  doesnt matter the price
Mad as a hatter beat they ass to saturn
I dont gotta tell them twice
They call me rapper but that ain't the truth
I  do this for fun when i hop in the booth
Get outta my face if i do not know you
Unless you like eating up hospital food

[Hook: JayTurtleGod]
Imma  put hands on em put hands one em if he f*ck with me
Imma  put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put  hands on em put hands em if he f*ck with me
[Verse 2: JayTurtleGod]
Got em eating through a straw
f*ck em all
Imma rise above bourgeois
And deck them halls
Catch me robbing n*ggas like jesse james im a one man team rocket
Imma merk a n*gga like music put his college funds in my pocket
b*tch im more raw than skinned kneecaps on the blacktop
More raw than my own di*k when i watch porn at 3 am on my laptop
Imma do you like majima goro when im done you finna be a cyclops
Got violent thoughts inside my brain like happymeal i need a detox

[Hook: JayTurtleGod]
Imma  put hands on em put hands one em if he f*ck with me
Imma  put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put  hands on em put hands em if he f*ck with me

[Verse 3: MC Prophet]
(That was gay)
I’ma put hands on em if he f*ck with me
I’ma put hands on em if he f*ckin me
I’ma put hands on em if his bands on em and I steal his b*tch and she run with me
I f*ck midgets
I f*ck b*tches
On the craft I kill the witches
I find moms and get the digits
Taste my nut lil b*tch you lick it
I got
Too many too many fans ay
Too many too many bands ay
Curb stomp yo ass with my vans ay
Throwin yo corpse in my van ay
Then I’m f*ckin on yo body
I kill all the squeakers in the halo lobby
They soundin just like baby voice carti
I’m f*ckin Cortona then I pray to Ghandi
[Outro : MC Prophet]
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*tch
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*tch
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*tch
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*tch