D. Paul - WHY STOP Lyrics

It's crazy how some people can hear this, and think they know what to say, but they don't know what to say
Nuts
This right here though, this?
Bars
Ayy, tell me why stop?
Like a locomotive still punching the time clock
As long as Hip-Hop is in my watch
You're in good hands like All-State
My God
Better check your car underneath for pipe bombs
They're telling me "Dom, we want you to change to the old you!"
You couldn't get Superman to change in a phone booth
I'll cut your head off and leave your body in a ditch
How I wear aprons and wash dishes, but you're the bigger bitch?
Suck my f*cking dick if you're not Corleone
All you kids annoy me, like a guilty conscience
You can't avoid me
My mama probably wishes she could go abort me
Burned trees at 13, snorted coke at 14
Straight masochist, in the Windy City getting blown
She told me she wanna slit my throat while I'm getting choked
Your mom would probably be hotter if she wore makeup
The first man on earth to curve Jenna Ortega
Seen her, beep twice and I wave
Smoke weed at least three times in a day
So every night I'm awake, insomniac crap
In the back asking where the f*cking Cognac's at
Taking zombie cat naps
Here's what I need to sleep:
Give me a pocket full of Xannies, then I'll see you in a week
Didn't wanna come to this, like post-nut clarity
Now I'll see you all in therapy, beware of me
We have to do it again
For people who think it's a fluke, you have to do it again
One more time, let's go
I'm never giving in to fear
Nobody could interfere
By 2020, I made sure my vision was crystal clear
I was caught up with the women
No kidding, but listen here
I am no magician, but I'll make a trick disappear
And here's another thing
I'm done with you dumb motherf*ckers
Belittle me, you better be a midget stunt double
Mad cause I'm chasing my dreams since I was 15
A fiend for the green, I needed a limousine
Cause word to you bitches
I'm coming back on that ass (pause)
I swear to God I'm a spaz
None of y'all will last (Nah)
My last draw on a cig, and then I'll smoke you
I get the paper, boy, I'm f*cking throwing out the old news
I dare you tell me not to puff my chest out
Leave you foaming at the mouth for trying to get clout
In fact, I seen him last week at the spaghetti diner
You thinking that you fresh cause you dressing Eddie Bauer?
Bitch, please
You got an allowance, you hating doubter
You want too many uppers just to be a Debbie Downer, f*cking coward
And all you bums that love to disrespect me
Diss direcrlt
Otherwise, you're just projecting
Your lukewarm disses, getting sick of the truth
Sneak dissing me with some girls bigger than you
But either way, it's me and the clique
Business as ush'
And if you wanna hang, f*cking tell them bring me the noose