Marlon Craft Get Off My Yard
[Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
[Chorus]
Who really wanna come f..ck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be snake-discussin' the kid
Shit, at least they discussin' the kid
I'm disgusting as shit, low limits to the f..cks I could give
Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet
It's like I've been through something with Syd, it's disruptive as shit
All these functionless kids clickin' stuff to get lit
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad
Lucky that you played out seven iPods
[Verse 1]
'Cause if you was more relevant, you might just get your head kicked in
I'm ready as I ever been, my cock he be so elegant
That college head on him were raised on New York City sediment
Combined to make my "Suck my dick" sound so eloquent, uh
I'm feelin' like AND1 hot sauce
'Fore you can say "Ayo," man's done got cross
Long list of demands for the pop-off
You'd be shocked what my thoughts cost, who wan' f..ck with me?
[Chorus]
Who really wanna come f..ck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be snake-discussin' the kid
Shit, at least they discussin' the kid
I'm disgusting as shit, low limits to the f..cks I could give
Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet
It's like I've been through something with Syd, it's disruptive as shit
All these functionless kids clickin' stuff to get lit
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad
Lucky that you played out seven iPods
[Verse 2]
2020, comin' forward, I need alimony
I've been takin' care you kids, I need alimony
Back and forth with the flows, I need paddle for me
Chatter for me, gradually gettin' kinda louder for me
Oh, God (Oh, God), what they wan' do? (What they wan' do?)
I've been so charged (So charged), I've been going through it (I've been going through)
I should send a postcard (Postcard) at the old dudes (At the old dudes)
'Cause I'm so far (So far) from how y'all move (From how y'all move)
I'm from where they'll step on your neck just to get ahead of you
My head gettin' too big, I can't even fit a schedule
You can live online but that won't save you when the rent is due
Gave myself a feature 'cause I be me 'fore I'm ever you
[Chorus]
Who really wanna come f..ck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be snake-discussin' the kid
Shit, at least they discussin' the kid
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad
Lucky that you played out seven iPods
