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t.o.f.w. - huntsman lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m the man yo, i’m untamed like rambo
unchanged like django, insane i can go
you think i’m spitting too fast? no
you’re living too dam slow, innocent -ssh0l-
i heard you been saying that i have no ammo
you must have been so obnoxious, you pulled a double van gogh
i’m the kind of rapper you can’t clone, brought up by big brother royce
since i been a boy, boom been my ring-tone
if your head has a bounty, we’re bound to come after you
with our brown ts, dressing in camo
you ain’t hit the courts, we’ll make sure you hit the sandstone
dress you up and tear your dam clothes, til you end up
looking like rag dolls
i’d rather smell the roses without watching the gr-ss grow
while i’m getting traction i’ll be there writing a rap song
while i’m getting ready in the dresser
preparing for my next smash show

[hook]
you saying i ain’t real?
(turn off for what?!)
you saying i ain’t sk!lled?
(turn off for what?!)
you saying i ain’t this; you saying i ain’t that; you saying i ain’t ill?
(turn off for what?!)
you saying i ain’t hot?
(turn off for what?!)
you saying i ain’t fly?
(turn off for what?!)
you saying i ain’t sick, you saying i ain’t crack, you saying i ain’t live?
(turn off for what?!)

[verse 2]
stuck in my ways, y’all are stuck in haze
y’all a puck, i’m a crazed player with his hockey stick and a hunger for rage
yeah, you ain’t used to being put in your place
now you’re looking around, stuttering for something to say
(i- i- i- i- i-) hunter is the cousin of pain, yeah
there couldn’t be another more one-sided debate
i see that people tend to forget that luck is a plain word
when people say they suck, they find another to blame
oh it ain’t my fault sean (oh god!) got lucky with ‘ye (huh!)
who got luck with jay (it’s ya boy!), who was luckily funded by dame and biggs
and was lucky he had songs made with big (aw!)
who was lucky he got shot to acquire his fame
yeah he sure is lucky stuck in a grave
he doesn’t ever have to put up with the bullsh-t you done come up with today
you just probably bitter ’cause you went on twitter
and hounded your favorite spitter to listen to ya and he wasn’t amazed

[hook]

[verse 3]
my lyrics’ll have you stop in your tracks
have you try as accurately as you can rewinding it back
constantly playing a cat-and-mouse game between your fingers
and whatever comes out of my mouth, it’s all in your hands
i’ve never been a comedy man
but see when it comes to rap, i come as hard as they can
if you had to draw a comparison to understand
of hip-hop, i’m the anders, blake, carl and demamp
toss ’em in a cauldron broth with some ham
boil it at 180 degrees and toss it again
keep stirring for an hour and a half
plate it up with some seasoning and top it off with a laugh
i used to be a dominos fan
i always to loved to see how many would fall in its path with my one small fl!ck
knocking ’em back, and since
my actions never stopped making such in impact

[hook]

[verse 4]
my tyler durden side’s emerging, i feel a fire burning
i feel my wires curving, hyde and jekyll type of merging
i’m not this kind of person, i’m not a vile vermin
i’m just style searching, help me please, the clock is turning
my heart is hurting, regardless my mind is certain
that’s usually my entire determinant for my aversions
when i’m around people nice and perfect, i get nervous
faster than they gave the life banishment to donald sterling
i prefer a psycho type of character like herman hermann
from the simpsons always lurking, people find unnerving
like a hermit who’s stayed inside of his house for thirty consecutive years
with a smile permanently cut internally from the inside of his cheek pertruding upwards
further in line with his nostrils horizontally since he was a child learning
that watching your daddy strike his wife is a life-long burden
that makes you take nothing seriously in life but murder

[hook]
x2

- huntsman lyrics

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