Look Out For Detox (Prod. Jas) by Mac Schlitz published on 2013/01/18 10:25:21 +0000 You can sit and act as if it took me months to write this shit. You're just jealous cuz I make more fans than you can ever get. I'm everything you want to be. Everything started from me so it's probably best you watch your mouth and take lessons for free. Bitch, I am the molotov. Tossin' rhymes and poppin' off. I'm fuckin' raw with flames so thick but bitches try to take me on. Whatchu mistake me for? I'm bangin' out the stereo and I got fans from Wolf Point all the way to Ontario. This is the burial like permanent removal, uh. I pampered all these bitches yet they think they'll show me up? I'll pick the mic up, wrap the chord around his neck and pull. Tried to say I stole my lines from Tyler, that's some fuckin' bull. Schlitz blowin' through the roof, Schlitz blowin' through the roof, That's what people said ever since I released the song "Truth" You got no chance in this so take your swag and pack your shit or else i'll lay your ass inside the casket, signed anonymous. I think he's on to us but I don't give a fuck at all. I'll run up on his ass and rip my polo Dickies shirt off. Sorry i'm so pissed but it's mostly because of you. I have got no tolerance for rappers, it's because of you. I took the time to develop a hella fresh style. Poppin' off at every rapper tryna' make it big. Wild mutha fuckin' maniac comin' at you, get crossed out. Your in my thoughts now, fuckin' getting stomped down, robbed blind, and tossed out. Tell me bout the life now. What's your swag to a mutha fuckin' mixed breed? Fuck mainstream, underground, can't see. So ill that Casey's hearts racing. Hot temperatures meltin', I hope you hate me. Wanna be me but you never will excel at life. Tried to a fuck around but he forget I had the illest rhymes. Fuck money and whatever clique your runnin' with. I'll put it em' in the dark, wherever the tunnel ends. Return the call to tell your mom you caught a tummy ache. She said "it's okay as long as you make it home before 8" Your yellin' "wait mommy, he's pickin' on me again" The phone goes dead. Tell me whatcha gonna do? Shout outs to D.C. cuz he's next to be wreckin' you. Drink & Dro? Drink & Drive, fuckin' crash dude. This is a crash course, have you on your back forced, yellin' out my name to make it stop but it'll get worse.