Ticked Off

Hey euhh
Maybe you should try this or that
Cus uh, what you're doing is good and all
But I'm not really Feelin' it you know

Fuckin' critics

Yeah

You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off
Like a manic dog, in the pen
I'm rabid and you bet I'm out to hatchet y'all
I'm flammable
If you ever dare to match it call
Medical
Attention cus I bet it's gonna end in brawl
And that says it all
You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off

Do you?

I mastered the flows in my portfolio

Posin' as an unholy bastard like a pastor
Getting plastered at a mass, church be the set
For clashing the track with the bad urges

Or Don Corleone

Making damn sure there's a mad surgeon
In the back getting stacks for detaching
The heads of the men who be lackin'
Respect for the class that I entered

And whaddaya know?

Still people criticize
Expectin' me to sympathize

Jealousy

Spillin' from they simple minds
Bitch you better pick a side or get in line
Cus you must be trippin' if you thinkin' I'mma step aside

Enemy

First couple syllables that spring to mind
Fuck it I'mma let the missiles fly
And I guarantee

You gon' levitate, when I detonate, bitch, cus

You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off
Like a manic dog, in the pen
I'm rabid and you bet I'm out to hatchet y'all
I'm flammable
If you ever dare to match it call
Medical
Attention cus I bet it's gonna end in brawl
And that says it all
You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off

Do you?

And I'll gladly confirm if you're unconcerned
With unearthin' the demon, you're certainly wrong sir
Gotta conquer, any season, any beat, I'm a Cesar
Like a thunder clap's finna leave a G in a seizure
Unleashin' a monster to your speakers
And believe it'll be unheard of
Like virtual sheep as I'm verbally leavin' the reaper
With the urge to turn in his sleep, and

Buenos diaz, hope I never see ya
I'll be humble when I D-I-E, un-
Til then suck my D-I-C, um-K?

And in case you missed the garrison stationed
At the base of my fingertips, they've got somethin' to say

Bitch I got my name and in case you're considerin'
Takin' a shit on it, pre-pare to meet your maker

Cus I got my face in the cake, ain't no way I'll get rid of it
'till I'm paid full in divident

I'll ready up my great batallion, shape rebellion
Raid anal canals of people who be apin' out
Sayin' I could never make an album
Shit I got 'em shakin' now

With a motherfuckin' piece o' paper
Bleeding cadence bound to leave the non-believers
Speechless, on their knees in the basement
Wishing they could plead to me to save 'em
Well, I guess they're just a wee too late, man
Already proceeded to make 'em suck a D 'till I came
All to see who could take it, summary better heed
This G's entertainment when he's enraged cus

You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off
Like a manic dog, in the pen
I'm rabid and you bet I'm out to hatchet y'all
I'm flammable
If you ever dare to match it call
Medical
Attention cus I bet it's gonna end in brawl
And that says it all
You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off

Do you?

So I'll stay demented, razorsharp engagements
With the paper when I make a sentence

And if I catch a hater complaining, and e-xpectin'
Me to make cinnamon cake I take it they're
Reasonin' it better have some reason in it

All I gotta say is quit behavin' like a motherfuckin'
Baby piglet cus you're bakin' in it
If you thinkin' I'mma make amendments!

Nah!
I'll stay committed to slaughterin' a cadence
Everyday, 'till I get a plea from Heaven
Sayin' that the Gates are bent and
They're running outta space
Like the bottom of the page I've written

Oh my God man, this always happens
Shit, all I wanna is that um

You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off
Like a manic dog, in the pen
I'm rabid and you bet I'm out to hatchet y'all
I'm flammable
If you ever dare to match it call
Medical
Attention cus I bet it's gonna end in brawl
And that says it all
You don't really wanna get my ass ticked off

Do you?