Spose, Cam Groves - B.M.F. lyrics

Unhhhhhh
It's like sounding like I just had a stroke
Unhhhh

(We smoked it all)

They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth
Keep judgin', Hasslehoff
I hang with trees, McIntosh
I made another track, you were jackin' off
They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth
Keep judgin', Hasslehoff
I hang with trees, McIntosh
I made another track, you were jackin' off

No tard on the mic, go hard
Boner-like make tracks that you get mad at
Smilin', makin' hit's like domestic violence
Where the motherfuckin' stepdads at?
Right here if you're where I'm from
We never wanna do what our parents done
Mine smoked weed
I got a pair of blunts so I guess
I'm a hypocrite a little bit drunk
Bro go adjust to me
Front for a month then fucks with me
I'm in a whip with a chick got drugs with me
And I spit it and admit that publicly
Ever quit that shit it'll be reluctantly
Got a list of the villains that I must defeat
And my life just changed so abrupt-a-ly
But I'm alive and I'm twenty-five luckily

Cause I'm Spose
(Spose motherfucka) , glorious
Still doin' work, laborious
The Audacity, fuck yes!
I'm monumental, I'm statuesque

They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth
Keep judgin', Hasslehoff
I hang with trees, McIntosh
I made another track, you were jackin' off
They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth
Keep judgin', Hasslehoff
I hang with trees, McIntosh
I made another track, you were jackin' off

MCs got beef like a bistro
Hate or relate to the people
Every time I preach get my priest
On, mics I'm a beast on
Nissan whip it like Devo
And I don't sell kilos
And me on the line's kinda like
Ray Allen with the free throws
And I don't do the dougie or the jerk
When I lurk on a verse doin' work
Home Depot or Lowes (Lowes) , Spose (Spose)
Little bit of weed spittin' trees
Where the green grass grows (Grows) so (so)
That's how I think you are on the mic
You blow (blow) oh (no)
Got Nathan on my neck and wrist no
(ho) mo (bro) go
Keep jerkin' off to my pho-tos

I'm awesome, fuckin sexcellent
Your shit's week, excrement
That kid Spose, gotta hand it to
He still kills it, Van der Sloot