[Chorus:]
Get out my face I'm tired of all you guys don't try to talk me down
Get out my face these are the warning signs I outta knock you out
It'll be 1-2-3, your out for the count
Get out my face these are the warning signs
I'm bout to knock you out

[Verse 1:]
I'm buzzed, what up cause
The flow so sick that I might upchuck
It's not dumb luck but ya dumb fucks tongues stuck
Sayin' shit that'd prolly get ya blood sucked fuck slugs
Knucks bruh you'se a punk sir
Bitches get offended when u come up to her
Fuck [? ] birdbrain word play
Hair done up like a queer fruit cake
Today, remove weight
Plus from a minus sought love but lured hate
Boom boom cookoo cachoo, ay
Ya doodoo, cruise to a new place
You 2 goons could be roommates
Share secrets spoon and do cool dates
Clean up ya mouth you need toothpaste
Tried to put him on the clock but the cookoo flew away

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[Verse 2:]
Dealin' with [? ] is tuff
Blamin' and such, angry at nothing
Dangerous touch stay makin' assumptions
Lame introductions, same in production
Say you the king but ya name isn't bumpin'
Maybe it's the thug in him, maybe a bug hit em
Either way it's hazy when the flame will erupt in him
Fame seems to run from him... Huntin' him
Rage over change and a check with no bucks for him
Like a dame with a grudge boilin' veins in the blood
Not a wild card, an ace in the club
Stay away hastin', higher ground waiting
Ain't stayin' sub like evading a flood
More sleeping gas 'cause my patience is up
Talented 'cause but ya pace is corrupt

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[Bridge: Talking]
1-2-3
Haha
Little do they know
But please do not let the glasses fool you mothafuckas
Uuh uh uh uh
I've had enough I have to punch
I've had enough I have to punch
I've had enough I have to punch
I've had enough I have to punch

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