I Luv Dis Shit Lyrics - J Lethal

I step through the door and set the building on fire 

I'm a kamikaze rider, you can tell by my attire 

And I'm still spitting verses like a semi-automatic 

And my swag is so electric all these pussies catching static 

Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm way too strong 

Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm in my zone 

Fuck ya'll niggas if you ain't talking about money 

I don't care if you think I'm right or wrong 

I spit so hard, you would think I got halitosis 

And I split a blunt down the middle like the red sea with Moses 

December twenty first, yeah I was born on doomsday 

And these rappers still be the main course on my fucking food tray 

I serve these rappers up just like creme brulee 

And when it comes to the bullshit, I'm like a linebacker so just don't bring it my way 

Fuck you mean, I'm killing ya'll 

I'm the shit motherfucker, better check ya drawls 

This my show and you casting off 

I'm the man getting head like a Tylenol 

Fuck you mean, I ain't falling off 

If I was with Nicki then I'd be falling in 

Take my friend, slap it on her butt 

Beat it up, and then take it out and do it again 

So versatile, I swear I kill anybody song 

You love strippers and I love money, that's why I am on the throne 

No, that's not a diss, just read between the lines 

Ain't nobody fucking with me, bitch I'm in prime 

We are not the same, I'm a martian, yeah a motherfucking alien 

My gun is darker than the night, and it's quick to spray you thin 

They said rap was dead, well I guess it need some saving then 

I get so deep up in that pussy 'til I feel it caving in 

Two guns on my waist, just like Two-Face 

One black, one white, but neither ever leave a trace 

And it's all too clear, I'm the best at this rapping 

And this is not a movie so why you niggas acting 

I come through with them twin guns 

And kill you and the nigga you was born with 

That chopper on my lap will have ya head in the air like a coin flip 

And if they ask me what I'm doing, I'm Tony Stark swagging 

On my Hugh Hef. shit, I keep more bitches than a pageant 

Bitch, I'm still the best, I spit flames like a dragon 

Hip-Hop is my hoe, and right now I'm set to cash in 

A couple thou. for a verse ain't shit to a boss 

I pay the cost, and then I floss 

I'm the man in the front, you're in the man in the back 

In other words, I won, you loss 

Just go and check the scoreboard 

I wipe 'em with the floor, sure 

Explosive like some nitrogen, I might lose my composure 

Fresher than a motherfucker, catch me rocking TrukFit 

Got yo bitch on her knees giving me them duck lips