Rittz - Smash Potatoes lyrics

Yeah-Uh yeah slumerican shit
Yeaah

The machine gonna stank
It's a Burn One beat, time to burn a sweet
In the studio, smoking something purplely
When it occurred to me
You might have heard of me
If not then follow me I take
You on a murder spree
I've been reading all the
Comments every person leaves
Trying not to take the criticism personally
Trying to tell me that I
Need to show diversity
I love to hear 'em try and
Spit a hotter verse then me
They can't cause verbally, I'm
Hercules, I murder beats, i murk MC
Kill 'em and bury 'em in the dirt beneath
And hop in the hearse and speed off
Leave 'em for the worms to
Feed, I'm in the lead
I've been hot for a hot sec
"Got a record deal, Rittz?"
Not yet but I got a lot of prospects
And I'm gettin hotter and now they got
Me on the front of DJboothnet
Live and direct
I'm fresh baby '87 monte carlo
Drinkin' pineapple snapple mixed
With del melado with a little Cointreau
North side G shit
Ya'll be making pop songs, ale-alejandro
Get found duct taped right inside your condo
Bragger trying to show off weight
Everybody know you're so not paid
Your flow is so not great
Your style is played out like rappers
In the mo hawk phase
So why you playing with me
Homie this ain't no arcade
Pushin' the wrong buttons and jumping
All on my joystick
I don't give a fuck if you're voicetress
I'll destroy shit i ain't trying to go back
To driving a fucking forklift
Get fired, tired of filing unemployment
It's embarrassing having to borrow
Money for gas getting' fucked in the ass
Like a ho in a porn flick
Now you fucking with a little bit
Of nut and a half old pie face rocking tight
Jean with a G-shock need to go and get some
Maybelline with some knee highs
Please guys, be wise, besides
You don't want to swing at a bee hive
Get stung 17 times
Mama la pinga you can suck it and love it ho
My manager telling me that
It's finally crunch time
But, I'm sick of the industry like
I'm sick of these rappers
Ad-libing every time they come with
A punch line haaaa
Fun time busting these rappers
I better calm down, I need a muscle relaxer
Can't eat, can't sleep
Just geek geek geek on ice
All night like I play for the thrashers
This-this-this some DJ Booth shit
GA music, we make movies
Homie we ain't losing in a old school ride
Looking so brand new bitch
I'm floating like I'm driving a cruise ship
You know I got a grip on the
Wood grain foot on the gas
All hoes look when I pass
They love it when I roll up when I roll up
Every time I roll up on that ass
Yeah-Uh yeah