STOMP lyrics

[Intro]
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch (Everybody)
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes (Everybody)
This is your last life (Eight foot), you f*cked with the wrong b*tch (Everybody)
Make you my child, yeah (That's not enough!), I'ma claim you on my taxes (Everybody), b*tch

[Verse 1]
First of all, this dude got eight baby mommas (Damn)
Bet them kids all hate your guts and bank account don't got no commas
You a monster, face could win a Frankenstein lookalike contest
Scared the doctors on the day you was born, I wish that they dropped you
So we wouldn't have to deal with your bullsh*t (Ay)
My problem with you is your entire existence (Ay)
I wish that your parents hadn't met (Ay)
Wish your body would be eaten by your pet
And at your funeral your loved ones never wept (Ay)
You a bum ass b*tch
I hate your face, body, brain and your dumbass fits
You undeserving of love, you should call life quits
Genuinely, I think we're better off if you don't exist
And when you walk in a room, everyone gets p*ssed
Someone call Dr. Ally Louks because you smell like sh*t (Sorry, doc')
Man, can I tell you why I hate this dumb hoe real quick? (Go ahead)
He got the nerve to show his ugly face around my clique
And yeah, it makes me sick and yeah, I cut the beat off so you could hear me
So put me on speaker, I got a message for your family
Yo' mama's ugly (Yep), yo' daddy's bummy (Mhm)
The genes that you're sharin' should be erased, it's disgusting
Disintegrate them all, make sure they never come again (Yeah)
Like everyone you sleep with, they leave disappointed (Ah!)
And yeah, I'm judgmental
Because I think it's mental that everybody here acts like this fool is some kind of genius
He's a tool (Oh?), he's a poser (Oh?) and a liar and I hope that he ****
And one day y'all gon' see why my hate justified, motherf*cker
[Pre-Chorus]
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch
Make you my child, yeah (I'ma claim you on my taxes)

[Chorus]
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)

[Verse 2]
Hold up
Remember what it says in Bible, Zay? (Ay)
"Thou' shall not take revenge against the rival," Zay (Ay)
You're going down a dark path, so just watch your place
Maybe take it easy on him?
f*ck that, okay? (Ay)
I done let n*ggas step on me my whole life
Took the high road but that sh*t was a tough drive
Whole time I could have slid on him but I held mine
Just for them to f*ck my friends over, now it's my time
You n*ggas ain't like mine
I got real ones around me, yeah, it's an organic vibe
You n*ggas be praying to a fake, you a di*k rider
I'm poppin', I know it hurts to see the life you could be livin'
Instead, you chose the dirt underneath my feet (Ah)
And every girl you was with wanted to be with me (Slow)
You flexin' diamonds on the 'Gram while your soul's empty
You hate yourself, you insecure, yeah, sip that tea
pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, yeah, that's you plus three (pus*y)
And I want you to hit back, let the world come see
'Cause I can empty the clip, let all the shots run free
But you don't even have a talent that competes with me (Nope)
So I guess we gon' see how I
[Chorus]
Stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)

[Verse 3]
And yeah, I got enough for the verse three
Feed your body to the wolves, yeah, I know they thirsty
And I'ma be on your ass 'til we out our thirtys (Ha-ha)
n*ggas gon' learn quick not to f*ck with me, yeah, that's some real sh*t

[Pre-Chorus]
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch (Everybody)
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes (Everybody)
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch (Everybody)
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes (Everybody)

[Chorus]
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
[Outro]
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
(This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
(Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
(This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch)
I'ma stomp that ass (Don't do it to him, Zay!)
(Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes)
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch (Everybody)
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes (Everybody)
This is your last life, you f*cked with the wrong b*tch (Everybody)
Make you my child, yeah, I'ma claim you on my taxes (Everybody), b*tch