By Popular Demand lyrics

[Scratch Hook]
"Scaring motherf*ckers like Stephen King flicks"
"Back for all you suckers"
"Got that sh*t for y'alls people to rock to"

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Been a renegade since 2nd grade
f*ck a lemonade stand, sold the blood from the men I slayed
I'm mopping up the stage you can smell the brains
Heart full of Hell's rage, time to load the 12 gauge
Satan's sober I don't even need the Belvedere
I can smell this jealousy like a dog can smell your fear
Fully blacked out, strategy mapped out
Lucifer's jealousy he was the reason he was cast out
You can smell the Hatorade, the juices
The judgements of Jesus, jack moves by Judas
Benny Blanco plotting on Carlito
You trying to be Michael when you less than Tito
I'm sick of the delusional, sick of your sore ego
f*ck licking shots, here's the tip of the torpedo
I gave birth to your b*tch ass and you can quote it
If I never told 'em your name then nobody would know it

[Verse 2]
f*ckin' wanna be Drake
I don't wanna battle, I wanna punch you in your face
Please get your own style
Half the female rappers tougher than the n*ggas now
How is that G, what is this, Glee?
I wish a n*gga would act pretty 'round me
You are so rice pudding soft too sloppy
I am so ?
Skinny jeans and lipstick
Are you a rap artist or somebody's mistress?
n*ggas will shake your hand and plot on your whip
So I keep a bomb in the trunk, go ahead take it
See some of yall n*ggas is too smart for your own good
Too grimey for your own hood
Zero code of conduct, no good
Color purple n*ggas, but me I'm like rosewood
[Scratch Hook x2]
"Scaring motherf*ckers like Stephen King flicks"
"Back for all you suckers"
"Got that sh*t for y'alls people to rock to"

[Verse 3 - Blaq Poet]
I got the murderous bars
Drunk on the block
Gun c*cked, bucking at the stars
I don't give a f*ck about none of you fools
I don't give a f*ck if you paid dues you food
I been doing this since you was on titty milk
In front of the judge doing dirt, admitting guilt
Walking around, with the mac boy
Been a bad boy way before puff
Standing on the block with the redtops stuffed
Enemies get dealt with quick
It's no turning back when you step in sh*t
Might as well shut the f*ck up and play your position
I can see you soft without the x-ray vision
b*tch motherf*cker, talking all this tough talk
I danced with the devil, and broke his f*cking pitchfork

[Verse 4]
Lets switch it on em black
I pitch forks, velocity fastball Randy Johnson
I wish ? more than Charles Bronson
Have ya dodging streets more than white folks in Compton