Weerd Science Lick Of Success
[Verse 1: Weerd Science]
I'm no longer the same braggadocios kid
That'd brag about every MC
He ain't when he spit
And aggravate everybody
I came in contact with
Dare I say that I went
And grew up a little bit?
(Fuck that!)
Still got the chip on my shoulder
But as I grew older
I swear I got the soul of a soldier
I'm still the
Venomous anarchist
Whose venom they couldn't handle
With protective suits
And follow procedural etiquette
Better get yourself a surrogate
You're sure to get shorted
Body bagged
Like the mother f..cking beat
When I murder it
Every turn I get turned again
I turn it into a tourniquet
And cut off your circulation
See you pussies deserve it
Cause your the first to get the worst of it
Bury you up in the earth
And then push you up
Into the furnace
I'm burning up
All your earnings
My wording should be concerning
These cunning verses are turning
And I got a little job
Call it:
(MC murdering)
[Hook x2]:
Never had a lick of success with this rap shit
Sold less records than mouse rat did
But I'm out for blood and I want every ounce of it
Yeah we're coming for you mother f..ckers
Count on it
[Verse 2: Weerd Science]
I'm rather fortunate I was able to facilitate
What little bit I have
With no awards or accolades
But I don't need an industry
That will belittle me
Literally and figuratively
Telling me that they're into me
Don't come within an inch of me
Itching to end your identity and enemy
And plenty you're picked up energy is
Ready to empty your vicinity
And since it's me, I'm all set
To remove you from the f..cking misery
Sincerely yours, it's Weerd Science
So lock up all your doors
Board up your Microsoft Windows
Put your Macs in the floor
Or hide 'em in a drawer
We're coming at you
We're all out war
And if you ain't gonna
Do it hard
What the f..ck you do it for?
This is hip hop music
Man that's what the f..ck it is
You's a made up thing
You not real
Snuffaluffagus
You controlled by another person
Like a puppet is
Look at this
All these industry bitches
All suck a dick
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Weerd Science]
If anybody wanna come (?)
And get it and if they want(?)
But I promise you this
If you come and get it
I will rip your whole spot
R.I.P.D. your block
On all everything I got
Bet your label drops
You after your first record flops (Hah!)
I spit incredible
But you're quite average
You all about that money (*sniffs*)
Deion Sanders
A helpless little kid
Just a baby in Pampers
I damage all your cells
Like my sister's cancer
And you can have all the money
And fame you're after
But I brought a whole arsenal
Of words to blast you
Man, you think I'm playing
Better take a step back
You see us coming
Motherfuckers better duck
Aflac
[Hook x2]
