DIIM - PROFIT Lyrics

Had enough with your bullshit
Make a way, newbies
Cut autotune shit
MC's my cuisine
I'm runnin' outta
Ammo shootin' their music
Better get a
Job nine-to-five, move bitch
Wait, wait, wait, I was
Just playin', that was obvious
Get back to your place when
I address as I
Need some audience
Hail to me like Hydra 'fore I
Might drop it hot,
Yeah, pipe bomb
Karma's a bitch, that's why I
F*cked that slut, cummed
Inside of her
I'm ready, not 765
Ladies, to pull
The trigger to babies
Babblin', lack of basics
Trippin' on acid,
Bein' depressive,
Super-manic, sudden panic
Attack, dead end
I ain't no ferry, but I'm
Shippin' you and
Your tragic endin'
Demented criminal 'cause when a
K-boy does Grime,
It's a K-rime
Step back K-rap baes, I'ma
Shine in my permanent prime
5'9" shit on my
Mind, butcherin' enemies
In slaughterhouse
On top of the pyramid,
They crowned me the pharaoh
'Bout to be Nero, burn down
The city, I ain't no hero
Y'all gotta move,
Motherf*ckers, it's a coup
Just coop up in your
Stu 'till the mood is settled
Bulletproof I'm wearin',
F*ck all your shoots
Loop the beat 'cause
I'm back on
My bull, let me do the rodeo
Turn the audio back
On, soon I'ma take off
[Chorus]
Next (Profit)
I'm f*ckin' 'em
Hatata-batata moronic
Mumblers (Profit)
Wrap 'em up, dump the
Body bags under
The reservoir (Profit)
In the midst of
Filmin' X-rated "Undercover
Boss" (Profit)
You know this, lil' bitch
[Verse 2]
(Profit) I look down, POV
Footjob as I stomp these
Masochists in the
Nutsack, burst it
No mercy given when
I bust the action
Naysayers better suck a D
Lynchin' enemies next
To me, that's
Why nobody wanna follow
After my versus
I'm that type of beast
That is tamed to be
Gentle, well-mannered, benevolent
Except when
I'm mad as a hatter
You will never face
A savage as terrific
As UNDER D-O-X, baddest
Fella in the game
Simultaneously aggressive,
Psychopathic
Yet I be
Rappin' steadily, you dare
To test me?
Problematic kid since
The very young age
Y'all motherf*ckers like Oedipus
I'm already Zeus
On the God's level
Protest me? You'll
See the Olympus
So show me juice or
Y'all gotta move,
Said Joyner Lucas
Nothin' but buncha putas
I am omniscient like Buddha
When it comes to rhymes
In the state
Of nirvana, Kurt Cobain
Spittin' fye, flow
Volcanic, pyroclastic, Pompeii
Money in the bank, I
Topple ladders and
My competitors broke-ass
Think I'ma care? Hah, f*ck that
'Fore I go
For your collarbone, bitch-
Y'all gotta move,
Motherf*ckers, it's a coup
Just coop up in your
Stu 'till the mood is settled
Bulletproof I'm wearin',
F*ck all your shoots
Loop the beat 'cause
I'm back on
My bull, let me do the rodeo
Turn the audio back
On, soon I'ma take off
[Chorus]
Next (Profit)
I'm f*ckin' 'em
Hatata-batata moronic
Mumblers (Profit)
Wrap 'em up, dump the
Body bags under
The reservoir (Profit)
In the midst of
Filmin' X-rated "Undercover
Boss" (Profit)
You know this, lil' bitch