Testo Buffoonery - Dope D.O.D., ChuBeats, Sticky Fingaz

Buffoonery

Raise your hands if you sick of this fucking buffoonery
Rap niggas is pussy
What they gonna do to me?
Wearing Moissanite can’t even rob 'em for their jewelry
Acting like you trill
Will get you killed
Don’t screw with me
The last thing I wanna do
Is hurt you fam
But I ain’t cross it out
It’s still on the list my man
See I knock niggas out
And make 'em piss they pants
But I’m humble I’m much greater than I’ll admit I am
Light travels faster
Than sound you see
That’s why people appear bright
Before you hear them speak
Don’t go to sleep angry
I stay up and plot revenge
Imagine what I do the enemies
Done shot my friends
But I don’t have enemies
My friends just detest me
But you better respect or
It’s gonna end up messy
Spill blood for this rap shit
I’m deep in the art
Break off your ring finga
That’s the vein, that lead to your heart
You better move hater!
I shoot guts out ya back by way of Doom Slayer
Cook your heart on a skillet for the true flavour
Burning cars on the cover of the newspaper
100Mad march the streets like we crusaders
Got a pocket in my cheek that packs a huge razor
And I’ll take it to your face when you act rude player
Every time I hit your skull, I peal a new layer
Place your bet and get the money from the book maker
I do 'em dirty like trench foot
The 10-foot killer with a history of death like a Brentwood villa
Ain’t a damn crew iller, pull the trigger
Brain matter on the bathroom mirror
You won’t slither in this grass
I’m from a cloth that don’t fit on your bitch ass, the beat give 'em whiplash
I used to rob kids for their Tic Tac’s
Now I stick up Christmas dinners in a grinch mask
The pain is hard
This life I feel it tear my brain apart
That’s how I made these bars
I forged them deep down in my crazy heart
I embraced these scars and
Turn to dust just like a faded star
Life like racing cars and playing cards
So I stay alarmed
And I raised the bar
Raised the fuckin level
Better play your part
Try to label me I rip the label off
The way I walk the way I talk
This shit is payin' off
Cause real niggas got my back
You soft like Tater Tot
These bitches playin' hard to get
But I don’t bust no sweat
I bust cum and bust guns right in yo fuckin neck
And any pig motherfucker try to disrespect
Is gettin' checked
Is gettin' stuffed full of crystal meth
I know its hardcore, but we don’t parlé
We rip your arms off
Talkin' that shit I take ya tonsils
A monster is what I strive to be
Come and see me ride the seas, yeah
Fuck tha buffoonery