Despicable lyrics

[Intro]
Ugh, ha (Da-na na-na-na)
Nah, f*ck an intro, man, let's just go (Yeah!)

[Verse]
I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down
Anyone who comes up must go down
Might as well go for the gusto now
Better not let up, better not let them breathe
Last shot, give it all you got
Try to turn me down, b*tch
Get f*cked with a volume knob, f*ck all you snobs
Hoes, I hope all you rot
Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms
Is that all you brought?
And you want a ménage à trois, you twats?
f*ck that, I'd rather turn this club to a barroom brawl
Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall
Like a leech stuck in a vacuum, y'all
Ain't nothing but a whole lot of sucking going on in rap
Yeah, but I'm home
Bad to the bone, back in the zone
Let him alone, you don't wanna go eggin' him on
It'll never be my chair that you own
Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain
No oxygen—other words, there's no heir to the throne
When I die so does hip-hop
Hitchc*ck of the sh*t, b*tch, ask Doc
Got it ziplocked in a bag
You fags ain't been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high-top
Keep bloggin' while I mind-boggle
And I zone like I'm in the twilight, dog
Get off my bone, this is my mic, dogg-one it
I like hoggin' it
Flows so wet, I'ma take this beat tobogganing
I'm waterloggin' it—I'm sogging it
Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
Suplexing it on cement
Like I'm on some "Straight Outta Compton" sh*t
Take this di*k and chomp on it
I'm so bad I can b*tchslap a backhanded compliment
Jackass, eat a donkey di*k
The game I just about conquered it
Like Donkey Kong, I'm bonkers, b*tch
I'm the king of this honkey sh*t
I reign supreme in this honkey sh*t
No sense screaming and arguing
Makes no difference whether a Benz or a Bentley
Or a Bimmer's the car you in
You think you ball? Well, I palm it
I throw up bombs when I vomit
Boy, I throw down in the kitchen
Might hit your mom with my omelette
But you got egg on your face
Now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze
b*tch, I'm as batsh*t as Ozzy
It's obvious, you can tell right off the bat
No pun intended, but come any closer, I'll bite off your head
Tryna give me the finger's kinda like giving a spider the web
I'm just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage
I'll catch a fly in that b*tch, you think you fly, you just food
I give as much of a flying f*ck as that Superman dude
Guess I just do what you can't do
And make you look stupid and bamboozled
Confused as usual and you can get whipped
She can open a can, too
But you better hope you can handle the heat
Or stay the f*ck outta Hell's Kitchen
I came to c*ckblock like a square f*cking male chicken
Yeah, it's Shady, sl*t, the rest can suck on that big one
'Cause I'm as despicable as Daffy Duck when I'm spittin'
[Outro]
Haha, Recovery