The Weathermen - Gut You lyrics

I stay focused, fuck petty wars got too
Many issues already
Not trying to subscribe to anymore
But do as little as utter, it’s on, and I’m
On E in the studio
Spitting like Stuttering John
We both from Columbus, pay homage
Only cat that got rich from
Beef here is Dave Thomas
But, you know: however you want it
I’ll serve it
Whether too blunted or nervous
Get your crew hunted and murdered
Bleeding on blocks from the bottom up
I stay shitting even on top
I still hold it down like a rape victim
Robbed your crib with my song blasting
Switched your bong water with piss
Your hash with your mom’s ashes
I fuck raw with strange chicks
Won’t shower, come home
Then my bitch suck the same dick
Me stop? You can slob this dick
I ain’t quitting ‘til I look
Like I robbed Slick Rick

And we don’t
Give a fuck what you want for real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill
Then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we
In this bitch we don’t
Give a fuck what you want for real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill
Then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this bitch

Look let’s clear the rumor that I
Won’t stomp a tumor
Out your face to frost the Gucci on the PUMAs
Wordsmith can’t get a comp to the pace
Need a refresher course on how to
Take a punch to the face
I’ll beat the shit out you
In front of your bitch
Then beat the piss out your bitch
And back you with my dick
Pause you’re seen on still frame
No stress lately
Got a trunk full of hoes and an ECS-80
Bottle sitting shotty
Filled with dipped chronics
G-O-V know I’m like "Fuck
DC" like Marvel Comics
Jumped off a plane, stink in her sole pus-y
Say what I want cause the
Indy scene is so pussy
How you want it? Movies For
The Blind or comics
For the nearsighted this New York, bitch
Pay homage
Stop wasting mine and the crowd’s time
Thought you had beef
Standing there with a cow spine

And we don’t
Give a fuck what you want for real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill
Then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we
In this bitch we don’t
Give a fuck what you want for real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill
Then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this bitch

Let me brief you on the myth the nerds
Are trying to find a proper place
To dump your piss i deal with the sickest
(yeah, nigga) , I’ll kill your mistress
Fucking with me, you’ll end up laying with
Them eels and fishes
Hit you with a six-shooter from a two-seater
Hit you with sixteen bars (Bars, bars, bars)
This seem odd? (Yo, go put that shit down)
Chain you to a wall
Then hit you with sixteen cars
You’re gonna get held
You better bring in the heat
There’s no way you can keep me tame
There’s no thermostat that can
Keep this range
You ain't spitting smart enough, nigga, here
Eat this brain
Scorching niggas and torching their wives
You’re fucking with lies look
I’m fucking with life
Remember with the war machine
You’re suffering twice
Have your bitch strung out on the
Table then fuck her with knives

We don’t
Give a fuck what you want for real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill
Then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we
In this bitch we don’t
Give a fuck what you want for real, fuck you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill
Then gut you
Put that pen down, you ain't shit
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this bitch