Brian Is Ze - This Is Ze (Prod. By Queermo Co-Prod. By Ill Faded) Lyrics

They don't even know my name anymore
But they still talking bout me
So this is going out
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh

Killed off the Vicious
Came back on my rowdy
Kick a hole in a speaker plug
And then I'm Audi
Flipping up the bird
From a bulletproof Denali
That's a long black American car
I'm Mike Doughty
Thick lip pouty
Gimme dopamine pretty please
Butterfly flutter of the lashes
For my enemies
Equal to the acres I'm owed
I'm spitting lashes
I just want the land
Give a f*ck about your asses
Pissing on the ashes
Sweating battery acid
When it calms down
I snap like Lake Placid
Queer AF spitting like an AK
When I let it spray they say let us pray
I'm not a killer
But don't push the situation
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to reconciliation
But all the hatred keeps me from aging
Friends are for retirement
Murder's a vacation

They don't even know my name anymore
But they still talking bout me
So this is going out
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh

I been shooting off at the mouth so much
I think I'm missing a missile
Don't even miss it a little
Cause I got more in my spindle
In case I get in a pickle
My fury ain't fickle and
I'm fully f*cking loaded
Murder on my mind but
I'm impervious to mayhem
Target on my chest
Representing for the they them
What's more deadly
My curves or my words
I been going bars
In a multicolor mini skirt
All y'all haters better stop like
Skrrrrt
That fronting needs to stop on this dime
Don't get hurt
I'm a flirt
I'm a f*ck up
Is it cool if I smack you on ya butt
And call ya buttercup?
I don't mean to be rude
Not tryna press my luck
But I'm at a point in my life
When I've accepted I'm a slut
Slurring while I'm flirting
From the whiskey in my walla balla
If you wanna follow
All you gotta do is holla

They don't even know my name anymore
But they still talking bout me
So this is going out
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh

Queer af so this right here a target sitting on my neck
Cocktails in my cookbook molotovs napalm white arsenic
Squadron full of arsonists
Chemists cooks and architects
We don't hear your arguments
Arsenal so fraudulent
Fight ain't got your dogs in it
Them petty pups bark over bites
All that shit I'm dodging it
Step to the left or get smashed right
Phrases forty four caliber
Force feeding green eggs and ham
Goddamn
Mother f*cking Son of Sam I Am
My inbox is all junk mail and death threats
I'm doing something right the right
Hopes I ain't got no breath left
So woke been years since I slept
When I'm dead y'all might get some rest
If I get doxxed call y'all
Punks fail to flex plex
I'm not even hungry but I'm down to eat the rich
I'm only peckish but my mouth feels murderish
Rap game Nat Turner fill my furnace with your furnishings
Bridges burn like kindling
It keeps my fires flourishing

They don't even know my name anymore
But they still talking bout me
So this is going out
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh
To everybody that doubt me
Yeahhh