[Intro: Dylan Ross]
Yo I’m on some dropping 50 fucking hits of acid in your eyeball and breaking your legs on one side of the freeway type shit
Then I’m gonna have a group of bitches (fake ones) coaxing you to come over cause they can help you and as you drag your mangled bloody half dead self across the street 18 wheeler

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of creeping’ up out this dark street sweeping for the fuck of it just to see how many suckers I can hit [x4]

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Fuck a soul sample I sample your soul and put it in a jar on the shelf like your fucking label
I turn the tables on you writing in your fake fables
Freaking a Jewish record exec and he gives you anal
The same whack ass rapper that I gotta disable
And I’m working with something fierce I will fucking rape you
Break your kneecaps and put you in physical rehab and the bitch dancing in your video look like a flea sack
Is that your fiancé
That bitch ain’t no Beyonce probably the same drop out gold digger Puerto Rican jailbait that’s tryna get up in my business every weekend
I barely sang because they game is now fairly gay when even the buckets spitter in 5 rock Mary K
Smearing like a fucking clown but it makes sense why I’m paying multiple mortgages and you paying rent

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of creeping’ up out this dark street sweeping for the fuck of it just to see how many suckers I can hit [x4]

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Yo Dylan Ross HSK and Volunteerz run the world all fucking day and around here your crew ain’t shit just a bunch of motherfuckers looking like they got off a gay porn set
I’m a snatch your chain off your cheap Sean Jean astral glide it and put it right back where it belongs
I’m the master of the song with a maggot brain dick but you can’t even get with the fungus that it hangs with
Insane shit from the mouth of madness that’ll put you in the same fucking ground you standing
I’m only about passion and getting buck but if your only about a dollar then get fucked cause I’m not
I’m disgracing the place that you step and I will put you in the trunk the sample place that you rep
That ain’t a movement you wanna know what a movement is
I’m moving bricks of this legitimate music bitch
I’m working ten times harder than a pretty boy faggot rocking 808s and a Vanessa Carlton sample
So goodnight, sweet dreams, sleep lucid God is just a coping mechanism for the stupid
[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of creeping’ up out this dark street sweeping for the fuck of it just to see how many suckers I can hit [x4]