Fukkit – Nerves lyrics

[Intro]
Throwing flashbang!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Resting my foot on yo head
I just conquered yo land, had to slaughter yo clan
Now yo fans is my fans, abide chain of command
While you swallow them xans and embarrass yo parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I fed-ex zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive-by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put outlook at what you put out
You a SoundCloud cut-out
Calling yo hood out
Wallpaper gang members thinking it's good
Now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga, I could tho
Nigga, I'll kick a doe
If it's a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun
Rather stick and poke

[Sample: Interview with Aileen Wuornos (2002)]
I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
Not everybody is killing seven people, so there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
Oh, you are lost, Nick!
So, explain—
I was a hitchhiking hooker
Right

[Verse 2]
Right where we left off
You actin crisscross
Scrubbing like dish wash, uh
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris Bosh
Shoot at 3 points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kickoff
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground
Till you blue in the face while you crip walk
I don't know bout' you nigga, my shit's hard
I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd cause I know it
I speak like a poet
I don't wanna show it
My actions heroic
They stop I keep going, uh
Beat yo ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you, 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me we scoping
I'm peeping I'm posted, like a stamp on that card
You not holding arriving sometime in the postal