Fire And Brimstone

I don't give a fuck about you, you, her, him

That bitch, that nigga, ya'll, them

Pussy clot laws dripping out ya'll trim

'Bout to fill ya cup up to the rim with brimstone

Fuck yo Grammy

Stick the bell part up ya ass call ya mammy

I don't need ya love muthafucka god damn he

Critics wanna slam me

Put me in a jam till I come back with the jammy

Blaow, knock your whole car window out till ya eyes white out bitch lights out

Got you dead on arrival at your service on Saturday your whole family carry bibles

Got the whole building nervous, they turn around see me walk up in the service

I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper, right out in the rain,

Niggas got nerve, well I'm your novacane

This is fire and brimstone uh,

Kill you with fire and brimstone uh

I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man

I guess you could call me the perennial ladies man

Got some really rich friends and they all really like me cause I really pitch trims

Sometimes when I'm bored I kick it with dumb folk

They all really hate me like rottening egg yolks

I love to rub it in because I'm not a proper fit for your world of bullshit

You miserable mutt minds flawed by design

You'll never have the temperament to experiment with the benevolent

You're irrelevant, it should be your job to shovel shit

You need to cultivate and develop it

Get in the manure business and sell of it, good luck trick

I'm a precious stone, wrapped in parchment paper

Round brilliant cut shootin' ?

A dignitary, you're a lowly begger

Why don't you pull your plug you stupid nigga

If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in wood then you don't have the touch

So you will never feel it 'cause you denigrate too much

Who are you to judge, who are you to critique, who are you to falsify my presence

I am unique so you can keep your $20 you ain't gotta buy my cd muthafucka not a problem

That's why I'm a recluse, not the one you set loose

Muthafuckas in this game use my name to get juice

Say it, david blake, a maven, amazing

B-b-brighter than the forest when it's blazing

Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing, that a boy

Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking, that's a joy

For these last four bars I take it easy

But you still a muthafucka and your cheesy

Don't trust your memory

Write down what you feel about me

If yo head ain't rocking back and and forth then doubt me