Fire And Brimstone Lyrics - Book Of David - Dj Quik

I don't give a fuck about you, you, her 

That bitch, that nigga, ya'll, them 

Pussy clot laws dripping out ya'll trim 

'Bout to fill ya cup up to the rim with brimstone 

Fuck yo Grammy 

Stick the bell part up ya ass call ya mammy 

I don't need ya love muthafucka god damn he 

Critics wanna slam me 

Put me in a jam till I come back with the jammy 

Blaow, knock your whole car window out till ya eyes white out bitch lights out 

Got you dead on arrival at your service on Saturday your whole family carry bibles 

Got the whole building nervous, they turn around see me walk up in the service 

I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper, right out in the rain 

Niggas got nerve, well I'm your novacane 

This is fire and brimstone 

Kill you with fire and brimstone, uh 

This is fire and brimstone, uh 

I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man 

I guess you could call me the perennial ladies man 

Got some really rich friends and they all really like me cause I really pitch trims 

Sometimes when I'm bored I kick it with dumb folk 

They all really hate me like rottening egg yolks 

I love to rub it in because I'm not a proper fit for your world of bullshit 

You miserable mutt minds flawed by design 

You'll never have the temperament to experiment with the benevolent 

You're irrelevant, it should be your job to shovel shit 

You need to cultivate and develop it 

Get in the manure business and 

sell a bit 

I'm a precious stone, wrapped in parchment paper 

shootin' meister jager 

A dignitary, you're a lowly begger 

Why don't you pull your plug you stupid nigga 

If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in wood then you don't have the touch 

So you will never feel it cause you denigrate too much 

Who are you to judge, who are you to critique, who are you to falsify my presence 

I am unique so you can keep your $20 you ain't gotta buy my CD 

muthafucka not a problem 

That's why I'm a recluse, not the one you set loose 

Muthafuckas in this game use my name to get juice 

Say it, David Blake, a maven, amazing 

B-b-brighter than the forest when it's blazing 

Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing, that a boy 

Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking, that's a joy 

For these last four bars I take it easy 

But you still a muthafucka and your cheesy 

Don't trust your memory 

Write down what you feel about me 

If yo head ain't rocking back and and forth then doubt me 

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