Street Sweeper lyrics

[Intro: Dylan Ross]
Yo I’m on some dropping 50 f*cking hits of acid in your eyeball and breaking your legs on one side of the freeway type sh*t
Then I’m gonna have a group of b*tches (fake ones) coaxing you to come over cause they can help you and as you drag your mangled bloody half dead self across the street 18 wheeler

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of creeping’ up out this dark street sweeping for the f*ck of it just to see how many suckers I can hit [x4]

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
f*ck a soul sample I sample your soul and put it in a jar on the shelf like your f*cking label
I turn the tables on you writing in your fake fables
Freaking a Jewish record exec and he gives you anal
The same whack ass rapper that I gotta disable
And I’m working with something fierce I will f*cking rape you
Break your kneecaps and put you in physical rehab and the b*tch dancing in your video look like a flea sack
Is that your fiancé
That b*tch ain’t no Beyonce probably the same drop out gold digger Puerto Rican jailbait that’s tryna get up in my business every weekend
I barely sang because they game is now fairly gay when even the buckets spitter in 5 rock Mary K
Smearing like a f*cking clown but it makes sense why I’m paying multiple mortgages and you paying rent

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of creeping’ up out this dark street sweeping for the f*ck of it just to see how many suckers I can hit [x4]

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Yo Dylan Ross HSK and Volunteerz run the world all f*cking day and around here your crew ain’t sh*t just a bunch of motherf*ckers looking like they got off a gay porn set
I’m a snatch your chain off your cheap Sean Jean astral glide it and put it right back where it belongs
I’m the master of the song with a maggot brain di*k but you can’t even get with the fungus that it hangs with
Insane sh*t from the mouth of madness that’ll put you in the same f*cking ground you standing
I’m only about passion and getting buck but if your only about a dollar then get f*cked cause I’m not
I’m disgracing the place that you step and I will put you in the trunk the sample place that you rep
That ain’t a movement you wanna know what a movement is
I’m moving bricks of this legitimate music b*tch
I’m working ten times harder than a pretty boy faggot rocking 808s and a Vanessa Carlton sample
So goodnight, sweet dreams, sleep lucid God is just a coping mechanism for the stupid
[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of creeping’ up out this dark street sweeping for the f*ck of it just to see how many suckers I can hit [x4]