Upchurch - Deh SMESH lyrics

Tactical nuke incoming

I thought that you was A1? You
Can't even flip a burger mate
You say I took a stretch because I'm chokin'
You from my home state
You called me Jack Black
And also Patrick Swayze
A wrestler in a movie and
A badass for the ladies, hey
Roundhouse kick to this internet shit
Take a dip then I spit clips
In his hip hop ribs
Right hook to the chin, I got Teflon skin
I'm just playin' with you like Khabib
I'ma smesh this
I'm bobbin' and weavin' while I
Just see you fatiguin'
I seen your hour long video
Who you tryin' to make believe it?
Clou9 said somethin' and it


Really had me cheesin'
You a dweeb with a mental illness
Go and call up Dr phyllis
Can't catch me outside 'cause you
Always where the screen is
I go so fuckin' hard you want
To come cut off my penis
You gotta step inside my room because
I'm still inside it leadin'
I'm a dragon on the mic
You're wet matches outside in winter
You called me Dylann Roof
You can keep the first name
Stick the "D" down your throat
I'll use the rest to cover from the rain
Stop hidin' your face behind your iPhone 4k
You strut like a hooker, baby, walk this way
Man you're mad that I'm swaggin'
And you get angry and mad
'cause I stay bobbin' like gamin' in Madden
You're the one that I'm sackin'
You ain't gettin' your quarterback and
If you're feelin' scared, yellow flag
Tryin' not to drop the fumble
When you hit the touchback
You want it come and get it
Cornbread I got plenty
Turn your Tune Core check into
A ugly cup of pennies
Go and snort that ski lodge you
Got with all them Abraham Lincolns
Salty tears from your minions make it
Where I won't be sinkin' (Ahh)
I'ma D-boy struttin' down your block now
Travel to Nebraska just to build
My own White House got all your haters mad I
Got the cornhusks with me
Dealt it in my hand to backhand
This fuckin' look-a-like Booker T
This Undertaker's takin' a pimp
Kane to the streets propaganda rapper
Why you lyin' through your teeth?
I wouldn't be surprised if you
Was with hip hop police
Keep givin' me credit for felonies
I commit on beats (Ahh)
Ho chill while I spin the chrome wheels
Stuck in mud with you is funny
'cause I already stood here
So, who ain't a rapper? Who
Can't lyrically attack ya?
Who ain't got no rhythm? I'm
White and still sound blacker (Woo)
How you battlin' with no ammunition?
Where's your feature with Tech N9ne
He wasn't feelin' you neither? Damn
I seen the promotion that you
Paid for on the interweb
Your sissy friends bitchin' in Honda
Civics throwin' hissy fit's
This time tell your buddy quickly
Lift up his shirt
Suck his titty for milk when
You're quenchin' for thirst
I'm feelin' Too LIT don't make
Me hit up artofkickz
And borrow some Air Force's to finally
Come and stomp you out with
Lookin' on fire before but now
You're startin' to smolder
He came with a sling shot and a
Rock to fight Hercules holdin' some boulders
Man this is terrific
Yeah let's get into specifics
You couldn't write about me without
Mentionin' politics or some pigment
Yeah, you right we different
I do not get dented
You're playin' mind games with
Psychology and fuckin' physics
You bring bullshit with it
I bring bullfrog ribbit's
No you might not get it but
I'm wiser with the spit
You call yourself legit
But boy you ain't even legitimate
You're not a battle rapper
You're sentimental with sentiment
In your feelin's intimate
Trickin' yourself into thinkin'
You're rippin' shit when you isn't slick
You're the one that's engagin' this

And you know what, you weak
Ass carbon copy emcee, hear me out
'Cause there's somethin' I want you
To explain to me how your IQ so low you gon'
Compare me to Dylann Roof?
Take lessons from Churchman and
Killshot yourself fool why you gotta be so
Motherfuckin' sloppy and reckless
If I told you to break a
Leg you'd IHOP to breakfast
Take a shit in a urinal 'cause
Your aim is so helpless
The reason you ain't signed 'cause
You ain't worth shelfin'
And you, Hit Brainiac
What the fuck you lookin' at?
Start producin' the new Ja Rule off
Topic floppin' retarded starter tracks
I gotta take a piss
Go ahead give me the Starter caps
I ain't givin' no autographs
I'ma wipe my ass and send it
Back in some fuckin' bubble wrap
That's what I call G mail
I'll overnight ship it so you still
Get the "I'm the shit" smell
Scru you ain't militant
For every attempt is a plummet
You fired a shot, I wasn't budgin'
Two more and still nothin'
I don't know what's lower you
Or North Korea's defense budget
And as far as I'm concerned
This beef is now deceased
The mad cow had to die 'cause
It had a fuckin' disease
So for everyone in the future who
Thinks they gonna clout chase me
I didn't get this big from not
Bein' able to fuckin' bleed
I rap for no color, I rap for no money
Half the shit I got I give it
To my brothers or my homies
You can stereotype me a
Million ways you want, dude
But you won't beat me in hip hop
I'm a pro with the tools (Hm-m) oh, wait
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
And also your lyrics do look
Like some bitchy victim quotes
Your last track sounded like a
Song Hillary Clinton wrote
I'm in a sea of rappers
You paddle a uneven boat
Yeah, I am a comedian that's why you
Always end up the losin' joke church