I’m the sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Hammy]
I'm the sh*t

[Verse 1: Hammy]
I'm the sh*t
The motherf*cking excrement
Every line that I utter's
f*cking excellent
I'm deadly like a crocodile
This b*tch been on my c*ck awhile
And like I said
I'm the sh*t, so that makes her a coprophile
I'm the bowel movement
I'm the pile of turds
Making foul music
With the vilest words
When I show up at a rap battle
People scatter
They're afraid of me
Cause they know I'm the fecal matter
I'm the poop, I'm the crap
I'm the doo doo
While I'm balling, haters bawling
Like boo hoo
So much wit when I spit
Just admit I'm the sh*t
Hammy's ill, f*cking trill
So much skill
I'm offensive, atrocious
Unpleasant, repulsive
I'm horrid, distasteful
Abhorrent, disgraceful
Obnoxious, insulting
Appalling, revolting
I'm nasty, disgustin'
Repellent, repugnant

[Verse 2: Hammy]
I'm passionate
About this rappin' sh*t
Took some laxative
And had an accident
Hammy's back again
Getting stacks again
I'm an as*h*le
sh*tting on these tracks again
Here's a demonstration
Of the devastation
And the desolation
From my defecation
This is dedication
I'm f*cking gung ho
Just watch the dung blow
Right out my bunghole
I'm always talking sh*t
I got a potty mouth
I'm always banging sl*ts
They making naughty sounds
I'm number one but
I'm going number two
On this f*cking beat, b*tch
Whatchu gonna do?
I'm the lyrical miracle
Of Lincoln City
More like Drinkin' City
Cause we just drink till we're sh*tty
b*tch, I think that you're pretty
Imma sing you a ditty
Then I'll suck on your titties
While I'm f*cking your kitty
[Scatting]

[Verse 3: Hammy]
Like Weezy, I am not a human being
I'm a different species
f*ck the human race, I'm the human waste
I'm the f*cking feces
Dropping deuces on these losers
Taking dumps on these chumps
Producing stools on these fools
Pinching loafs on these oafs
If you don't think that
My sh*t is the sh*t
Then you can eat a piece of sh*t
You piece of sh*t
That big brown log
Inside the toilet I clogged
Just shove it down your esophagus
Then choke and lose consciousness
You ain't sh*t, but you ate sh*t
I'm talking 'bout coprophagia
And now the sh*t that you ate
Has gotten caught in your trachea
I'm always throwing parties
I'm a noisy neighbor
And I get paper, b*tch
I'm talking toilet paper
Yeah, TP
And I don't mean the Indian tent
I'm headed straight to the top
So let's begin the ascent
And imma use that bathroom tissue
To wipe out all these ass wipes
I'm smoking these b*tches
Like they the grass in my glass pipe
[Outro: Hammy]
Rapping on the beat
Crapping on the beat