CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Task Force
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman, huh
B*t*h, I'm winning, got the high ground, huh
Chop your legs off, we got a man down, huh
B*t*hes never knew my name and now I stand out
In the standoff, b*t*h, I'm Michaеl, I don't stand down (Ya-ya)
I got these fantasies of violеnce in my f**king brain
Anxiety inside my head, I need a f**king break
I know I could never hope to live until my demon is slain
I killed it once but it came back, do it all over again
I hit you without even trying, ain't no lucky shot (Nah)
B*t*h, look at me I'm in the shadow like a sunny spot (Hah)
I feel like torrens having way too many bloody thoughts
You feel your b*t*h in love with you, but she a bloody thot, ye
There's so many f**kers, I could see be trapped inside my basement
You say I'm a psycho, that's a f**king understatement
Head in the clouds, now I fancy myself a spaceman
My demons want a bloodshed, they say I'm their monster spokesman
Sh*t, I don't need you or my friends anymore
I wanna tear that b*t*h a new one, don't know what I'm spending money for (Yeah)
Starting to feel like Torso b*t*h, 'cause I've been f**king obsessed with a b*t*h
Starting to feel like Ezio b*t*h, talk about my b*t*h, I wonder which
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
B*t*h, I got you on the low ground
Lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out
A lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain't raw sh*t it's awful
I talk a lot 'cause my dollers up and yo dough down
Yo wait, how you do that right there? F**kin' up my whole day?
I can't help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face
Feel it in the night air, f**kin' with the wrong mayn
Find ya common sense before it go and get lost again
I don't love a salty kid
Open ya wounds hoe, 'cause I'm gon' pour the salt right in it
F**k up out my way, keep my strains in a f**kin ziplock
See you lates, switchin' lanes, while you stuck in motherf**kin' gridlock
Rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star
Ain't a place on my playlist or on my roster
Stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter
It won't break 'cause I'm made of diamonds, you made of chalk dust
Indirect contact, transmitting virus
What they say? Got milk? F**k that, got blood?
Indica for my lung ay, flying higher than Top Gun
Throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman, huh
B*t*h, I'm winning, got the high ground, huh
Chop your legs off, we got a man down, huh
B*t*hes never knew my name and now I stand out
In the standoff, b*t*h, I'm Michaеl, I don't stand down (Ya-ya)
I got these fantasies of violеnce in my f**king brain
Anxiety inside my head, I need a f**king break
I know I could never hope to live until my demon is slain
I killed it once but it came back, do it all over again
I hit you without even trying, ain't no lucky shot (Nah)
B*t*h, look at me I'm in the shadow like a sunny spot (Hah)
I feel like torrens having way too many bloody thoughts
You feel your b*t*h in love with you, but she a bloody thot, ye
There's so many f**kers, I could see be trapped inside my basement
You say I'm a psycho, that's a f**king understatement
Head in the clouds, now I fancy myself a spaceman
My demons want a bloodshed, they say I'm their monster spokesman
Sh*t, I don't need you or my friends anymore
I wanna tear that b*t*h a new one, don't know what I'm spending money for (Yeah)
Starting to feel like Torso b*t*h, 'cause I've been f**king obsessed with a b*t*h
Starting to feel like Ezio b*t*h, talk about my b*t*h, I wonder which
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
B*t*h, I got you on the low ground
Lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out
A lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain't raw sh*t it's awful
I talk a lot 'cause my dollers up and yo dough down
Yo wait, how you do that right there? F**kin' up my whole day?
I can't help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face
Feel it in the night air, f**kin' with the wrong mayn
Find ya common sense before it go and get lost again
I don't love a salty kid
Open ya wounds hoe, 'cause I'm gon' pour the salt right in it
F**k up out my way, keep my strains in a f**kin ziplock
See you lates, switchin' lanes, while you stuck in motherf**kin' gridlock
Rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star
Ain't a place on my playlist or on my roster
Stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter
It won't break 'cause I'm made of diamonds, you made of chalk dust
Indirect contact, transmitting virus
What they say? Got milk? F**k that, got blood?
Indica for my lung ay, flying higher than Top Gun
Throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
