Allergic to Bullsh*t lyrics

[Intro]
I'm tired of playing with these motherf*ckers...
Now I lay me down to sleep
I got a feeling I'm allergic to bullsh*t
Already got some medication for dumb sh*t

[Verse 1]
You better leave me alone b*tch cuz I
I feel like f*cking you up
Feel like f*cking you up
But I got too much GAME (game)
To blow out ya brains in front of yo Momma and get struck out
GAME (game)
Feeling all revenge, no remorse and no sorrow
b*tch you got an ass whooping coming so bad
I'm a beat your motherf*ckin' ass
b*tch cuz you're wrong for that (you)
Make me wanna pull a bone out ya back (Yes you)
Call us the pest control
(Dead b*tch walkin)
Til ya whole chest is gone
(Dead b*tch walking)
b*tch get a gun, put it to your head and blow your motherf*cking brains out
Better yet, go to the nearest bridge you see and jump off that motherf*cker
Jump in the middle of the freeway and run head-on into a truck or something
Cuz you won't pimp me!
I don't give a f*ck
I'll cuss yo ass out
[Chorus 1]
I get the feeling I'm allergic to fake b*tches
Already got some medication for square b*tches
I still keep my sucker repellent with me by my GAME (game)
At the stroke of twelve I'm turning her back into a pumpkin
GAME (game)
Put a hanger on your back until you can't function

[Bridge]
We are here to f*ck you, straight f*ck you up SING
We are here to f*ck you up

[Verse 2]
Now you want to see me in the county
Yes you don't want no happy people around me
Because I'm fine I can f*ck baby and I can fight
Thanks for nothing b*tch my formula's extraordinarily tight
GAME (game)
b*tch you understand that I'm the black Jack Tripper
GAME (game)
Suga Free the pimp Pomona style still a b*tch killer
b*tch I oughta call John Walsh on America's Most Wanted and tell him you a kidnapper
Since you so tough b*tch why don't you jog some of that fat off your motherf*cking ass

[Chorus 2]
I get the feeling I'm allergic to liars
Already got my medication for cutthroats
You better give me 50 feet cuz I
I feel like f*cking you up
Feel like f*cking you up
Hee hee
[Verse 3]
b*tch I'm getting tired of yo ass (and I like it)
Make me want to put some fire to your ass (and I might b*tch)
Hoe you got an ass whooping coming from hell
Cuz you done ran out of rope and you prepared to tell
Call us the pest control
What you hating for?
That's why I stabbed you in the throat with a Dayton spoke
You got an ass whooping coming so loud
I'm a boot yo ass to the clouds
I just can't wait to put you in your place right
Like with motherf*ckers when I stand behind the f*cking mic
And how you jealous of your man b*tch you want to beat me too?
And all the fly sh*t you often see a motherf*cker do
You need your ass whooped
You notice you broke b*tch?
Like, get yo money Why U Bullsh*ttin'?
I wrote this

[Outtro Dissing a Hoe]
Filmo Slim said pus*y gon' sell with cotton and corn won't
So you'll never pimp me, b*tch
I'll let you pimp me when they make dildos out of Dayton spokes
And the only reason I don't knock all the teeth out your mouth b*tch is because I know your ass is finna go tell
Little punk ass b*tch
Yeah, its written all over your face you a punk ass b*tch
Misery loves company
Little miserable ass...piece of...blubber
Ain't happy for sh*t!
Is there anything int he world you happy about? Anything!?
Hell motherf*cking no
So what you do, is go to a motherf*cker who got they sh*t together and try to f*ck they sh*t up
b*tch you cannot reach in my body and pull a bone up out of me okay
You cannot stop me from smiling
You cannot stop me from making this music
Okay?
I'm not gon' let you do that
God ain't gon' let you do that okay?
Why don't you go get a job at Target or something?
You know what I'm saying?
Get something you can be proud of
Get a paper route b*tch for all I give a f*ck, piece of sh*t
f*ck you and yo Momma too
What, Cadillacs ain't gon' roll no more cuz your ass gone b*tch?
I can't spit dope sh*t because you gone b*tch?
f*cking idiot
What you stand for? What you standing on? Nothing
What you got? Nothing
What your Momma got? Nothing
What your family got? Nothing
Cuz you ain't nothing, and you ain't never be nothing!
Piece of sh*t, life don't stop cuz you gone b*tch
You like a cigarette butt to me b*tch
I smoke you and throw yo ass away when I'm done with you