Gut You lyrics

[Verse 1: Copywrite]
I stay focused, f*ck petty wars. Got too
Many issues already, not trying to subscribe to anymore
But do as little as utter, it’s on, and I’m
On E in the studio, spitting like Stuttering John
We both from Columbus, pay homage
Only cat that got rich from beef here is Dave Thomas
But you know: however you want it, I’ll serve it
Whether too blunted or nervous, get your crew hunted and murdered
Bleeding on blocks. From the bottom up, I stay sh*tting
Even on top, I still hold it down like a rape victim
Robbed your crib with my song blasting
Switched your bong water with p*ss, your hash with your mom’s ashes
I f*ck raw with strange chicks
Won’t shower, come home, then my b*tch suck the same di*k
Me stop? You can slob this di*k
I ain’t quitting ‘til I look like I robbed Slick Rick

[Hook: Copywrite, Camu Tao, and Cage]
And we don’t
Give a f*ck what you want. For real, f*ck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*tch. We don’t
Give a f*ck what you want. For real, f*ck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*tch
[Verse 2: Cage]
Look
Let’s clear the rumor that I won’t stomp a tumor
Out your face to frost the Gucci on the PUMAs
Wordsmith can’t get a comp to the pace
Need a refresher course on how to take a punch to the face
I’ll beat the sh*t out you in front of your b*tch
Then beat the p*ss out your b*tch and back you with my di*k
Pause. You’re seen on still frame, no stress lately
Got a trunk full of hoes and an ECS-80 (?)
Bottle sitting shotty, filled with dipped chronics
G-O-V know I’m like “f*ck DC” like Marvel Comics
Jumped off a plane, stink in her sole pus-y
Say what I want cause the indy scene is so pus*y
How you want it? Movies For the Blind or comics
For the nearsighted. This New York, b*tch, pay homage
Stop wasting mine and the crowd’s time
Thought you had beef, standing there with a cow spine

[Hook: Copywrite, Camu Tao, and Cage]
And we don’t
Give a f*ck what you want. For real, f*ck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*tch. We don’t
Give a f*ck what you want. For real, f*ck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*tch
[Verse 3: Camu Tao]
Let me brief you on the [?] myth. The nerds
Are trying to find a proper place to dump your p*ss. I deal
With the sickest (Yeah, n*gga), I’ll kill your mistress
f*cking with me, you’ll end up laying with them eels and fishes
Hit you with a six-shooter from a two-seater, hit you with
Sixteen bars (Bars, bars, bars…)
This seem odd? (Yo, go put that sh*t down)
Chain you to a wall, then hit you with sixteen cars
You’re gonna get held, you better bring in the heat
There’s no way you can keep me tame
There’s no thermostat that can keep this range
You ain't spitting smart enough, n*gga, here, eat this brain
Scorching n*ggas and torching their wives
You’re f*cking with lies. Look, I’m f*cking with life
Remember with the war machine, you’re suffering twice
Have your b*tch strung out on the table then f*ck her with knives

[Hook: Copywrite, Camu Tao, and Cage]
We don’t
Give a f*ck what you want. For real, f*ck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*tch. We don’t
Give a f*ck what you want. For real, f*ck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*tch