Mr. SOS - I Told You (Nonsense) lyrics
[Mr. SOS - I Told You Nonsense lyrics]
Who in the fuck wanna
Fuck with the unfuckwitable?
Fuck pitiful, that shit us unsubmittable
Dumb & miserable idiots act criminal
Until they catch an upper cut
Punch to the genitals pow!
Rocking out and knocking out wind
If you keep talking like them how
In the fuck can you win?
I've had enough of these
Clones trying to trip
Like nobody listened when the Roots
Warned them back in 1996
Right before the game spiked & then it dipped
Then it climed again & flipped into
Something like when we were kids
When we rode the beat for kicks now we just
Manufacture hit's to get rich
Ain't that a bitch? I'm exhausted
They don't even rap, they just talking
Sounds like someone's ghost
Writer is overcharging
You thought you got a bargain
But that was jargon you not a sargeant
And to top it off you sound retarded
I have to be frank
You act like your ass never stank
But, you're wack and my tracks really bang
While yours tracks barely snap crackle or pop
They just flop
How are you a baller when you're
Standing at a bus stop? With a bag of flyers
You're a pack of liars
I oughta smack you guys next time
That I catch you lying
"I like it better when you're
Deep on the mic" ok well allow me to go
Balls deep in your wife i kid! I kid!
Honestly, I wish that I did do shit like this
To get you pissed so you could quit
But regardless all I do is cock it &
Fire with no specific target
But, trust me, somebody caught it aw shit
I told you I was sick of the nonsense
Now every time I talk I
Gotta bark on these pompus
Pricks who act as if they started this
On some ivey league Harvard shit
Yo, let's fucking stomp this kid!
The end, of your career time to skip town
Thanks for redefining one hit
Wonders like Chris Brown it's ok!
Remember just be non-confrontational, dude
And maybe this will never happen to you
Fuck with the unfuckwitable?
Fuck pitiful, that shit us unsubmittable
Dumb & miserable idiots act criminal
Until they catch an upper cut
Punch to the genitals pow!
Rocking out and knocking out wind
If you keep talking like them how
In the fuck can you win?
I've had enough of these
Clones trying to trip
Like nobody listened when the Roots
Warned them back in 1996
Right before the game spiked & then it dipped
Then it climed again & flipped into
Something like when we were kids
When we rode the beat for kicks now we just
Manufacture hit's to get rich
Ain't that a bitch? I'm exhausted
They don't even rap, they just talking
Sounds like someone's ghost
Writer is overcharging
You thought you got a bargain
But that was jargon you not a sargeant
And to top it off you sound retarded
I have to be frank
You act like your ass never stank
But, you're wack and my tracks really bang
While yours tracks barely snap crackle or pop
They just flop
How are you a baller when you're
Standing at a bus stop? With a bag of flyers
You're a pack of liars
I oughta smack you guys next time
That I catch you lying
"I like it better when you're
Deep on the mic" ok well allow me to go
Balls deep in your wife i kid! I kid!
Honestly, I wish that I did do shit like this
To get you pissed so you could quit
But regardless all I do is cock it &
Fire with no specific target
But, trust me, somebody caught it aw shit
I told you I was sick of the nonsense
Now every time I talk I
Gotta bark on these pompus
Pricks who act as if they started this
On some ivey league Harvard shit
Yo, let's fucking stomp this kid!
The end, of your career time to skip town
Thanks for redefining one hit
Wonders like Chris Brown it's ok!
Remember just be non-confrontational, dude
And maybe this will never happen to you