Parental Advisory lyrics

[Chorus]
Spittin' the sickest sh*t, ain't for no kids to see
Call that sh*t f*ckin' parental advisory
This sh*t gets f*cked up, better get used to me
Call this sh*t f*ckin' parental advisory

[Verse]
I spit some sh*t like this, like I'm some type of beast
Cook some sh*t up just to murder the f*ckin' beat
Been gettin' better and better recently
I'm writin' track after track like a f*ckin' breeze
I'm doing this sh*t for y'all as a f*ckin' treat
Murder a b*tch on a track very easily
That's what you'll get if you not actin' kindly
That's what'll happen if you pick a fight with me
Better not try me, 'cause sh*t will get ugly
If you don't f*ck with me, why must you bug me?
I'ma swat you away, that's how you wanna be
You ain't so big and bad, b*tch, you don't scare me
Diss me, and you ain't survivin', that's promisin'
You better f*ckin' know I got the energy
You f*ckers ain't gettin' better, 'cause all you be
Are just some b*tches who fail to shoot back at me
b*tch, I ain't done with this sh*t, let me speak
Switchin' the flow 'fore I bore y'all to sleep
I am a f*ckin' pro, you should watch out for me
Every song that I make, I'm spittin' heat
Done with the transitions though, let's switch it up
This sh*t be gettin' meta, is this enough?
I'm 'bout to prove to you f*ckers I'm blowing up
You better move, 'fore you're caught in the ash and dust
I been climbin' up to the top, all by myself
I create my own sh*t, ghostwriters go to hell
This sh*t another prime example, you know it well
Soon as I drop sh*t, believe me, it'll f*ckin' sell
I won't stop until I know my f*ckin' name rings a bell
I ain't never gonna let these f*ckin' tracks sit on the shelf
I'ma keep on gettin' better, b*tch, I won't ever fail
That's the difference between you and me, it ain't hard to tell
'Cause all you b*tches lack skill
If you f*ck around with me, bet I'm goin' for the kill
If you f*ck around with me, b*tch, you better sit still
'Cause I know several ways to end you f*ckers, like the navy seals
f*ck with me, I'ma make sure you can't get back on your feet
You should know that I'm a beast, yeah, you shouldn't mess with me
b*tch, I'll f*ck you up, spill all your guts, gettin' real messy
And that's what you get for f*ckin' thinkin' your b*tch ass should test me
It ain't smart to pull that sh*t, you ain't no teacher, you're the student
All your sh*t is f*ckin' garbage, that's why people keep it muted
You need to just shut your mouth and try to make some better music
Wait, but you already tried, and that endeavor was just fruitless
I won't stop until I'm considered the best to ever do it
I won't stop as long as there's people who rock with all my new sh*t
I'ma drop this track and all these hatin' b*tches gonna lose it
'Cause they know they cannot stop me, oh no, I'ma keep on movin'
Oh sh*t, this beat is f*ckin' cooked
I been blackin' out so long, y'all forgot about the hook
Nah, just kidding, it's a joke, but I bet I made you look
Play it back over and over, run the streams up, I'm a crook
If you diss me, better give it up, this song is all it took
To end your whole damn career, that's what happens when I cook
Now y'all don't know what to do, know I got you b*tches shook
Maybe go and touch some grass, or go read a f*ckin' book
'Cause you need to learn somethin'
This sh*t is on fire, it's about to burn somethin'
None of you b*tches will amount to nothin'
I ain't gonna help you, nope, I'ma do nothin'
I'ma keep rising up, like I'm in an elevator
b*tches can't get enough, bunch of obsessed haters
When will you learn that supportin' me is safer?
All you fake b*tches can't touch me, I'll catch you later
[Chorus]
Spittin' the sickest sh*t, ain't for no kids to see
Call that sh*t f*ckin' parental advisory
This sh*t gets f*cked up, better get used to me
Call this sh*t f*ckin' parental advisory