Some f*ckin’ How lyrics

[Intro: Violent J]
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Tick-tock, BANG!

[Verse 1: Violent J]
I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy, wicked sh*t on these records
And I'm tryna shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there, I just visionaried that sh*t
So deep in your gut, I hit your spine and cracked it
What the f*ck is stopping me from makin'
That really happen? It did happen right here in my rappin'
You know how many b*tches I f*cked off this?
I'm talkin' fine ass hoes, and look at me, I ain't sh*t
And yet super ass hotties be blowin' my sh*t up
And half the time I don't even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns' role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more thean some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spittin' wicked sh*t rhymes

[Hook: Violent J, Esham]
(Some f*ckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're f*ckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
(Some f*ckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're f*ckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
[Verse 2: Violent J]
I hate people, I get into fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got somethin' to say
To a clown, haters aside I still ride plush
If I ain't ridin' spinners, I'm in an eighth street tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied over there
I don't f*cking know, it just happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap b*tch
I roll deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a b*tch I meet that don't sip di*k
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the f*ck ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it, sh*t, f*ck that we did it
So what the f*ck is your idea, b*tch?
Come with it, our sh*t paid off and we never get laid off
We never get played, so we never fade off

[Hook: Violent J, Esham]
(Some f*ckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're f*ckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
(Some f*ckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're f*ckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)

[Verse 3: Violent J]
I got some woods by my house and they all mine
I'm about to put a gate up around 'em and let loose a lion
'Cause it would f*ck up them three dogs of mine
And they be lickin' my toes, when I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a f*ckin' mind it, b*tches sometimes damn
I just can't believe it when I be f*ckin' 'em
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humpin' 'em
Back in the day you b*tches never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your f*ckin' ear and yelled "Hey!"
Watchin' TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Lettin' every mothaf*ckin' body know that they proud
How the f*ck am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the f*cking time I just front and stay breathless
And f*ck man somehow we get paid for this sh*t
I bought my momma a crib and told her to quit
[Hook: Violent J, Esham]
(Some f*ckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're f*ckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
(Some f*ckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're f*ckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)

[Outro: Violent J]
It's been real, some f*ckin' how
On the real though, some f*ckin' how