Fig Karl - Hello (feat. Mike T) Lyrics

Hello
Yeah
Microphone checka
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka
Hello
Yeah
Microphone checka hmmm
(Ahhhh)
I'm laughing again
Cuz y'all blackin' out
From the lack of oxygen
Im that confident
I'm that sick
That I'll be coughing in my coffin
Charles Barkley be barking
His hearts in
A milk carton
That i farted in
I'm lactose intolerant
Its retarded
Now i can market it
Im that awesome
Like rick ross when he's bossin'
Im pissed off
Cuz i flicked myself off while i was f*cking flossing again
Im locked in'a cage
Filled with syringes
Undid the Hinges
These dick-less bitches are filled with rage
Cuz i got your mother's digits
She wants to Fidget
Im wit it
I could fill a page
Of the names
Of these bitches
That received dick pics
F*ck it
Im to Misogynistic
Hide your kids sis
Im bout to unzip and hit this
Then do my Business
All over these mis fits
Lets hear you bitch fits
Hand out these Pink slips
Cuz i Eat Chips
While my Ink drips
Do I really seem pissed
I went to the doctors
Cuz i had a sore throat
He handed me a sword
And told me to cut my throat open
Till the sword broke
Then he handed me some pills and an old rope
You got no hope
Go home overdoes or choke
Take this pre loaded 44
To your brain and blow
These B's be flyin' over seas (C's) just to get to the D
They do it with Ease (E's)
They wanna f
Because ima f*ckin' G
Geez
I didn't mean to
Step on your feet
With these cleats
But to each his own
Please ease up on the clone
I can smell it through the phone
I can feel it in my bones
You will f*ckin' die alone
Cuz i will check your microphone
Ima microphone checka
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka
Hello
Yeah
Microphone checka
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka
Hello
My
Head is revolvin' around jus like a bobbin
Head throbbin', gotta bring home this bread instead I'm coppin'
A quarter bag
Smoked witcha' daughter then I brought her back
Naw dad that was me, she jus felt the contact
Now I gotta go, she gon' keep it on the low
I'm talkin' about that top deep throat
She suck me like a popsicle
It's not ur fault
The shits inevitable
Incredible
She took me out the game
I can't complain I was ineligible
But enough of the shit
Back home quick ta puff on a zip
Brag a lil bit she a bad lil bitch
She said we some savages
Who smoke cabbages
Deep in the cut no bandages
Peanut butter cup in my sandwiches
I don't really give a f*ck about radishes
I establish this advantages
Like eight legged tarantulas
Make way then they ran wit us
A lot of y'all hate don't jam wit us
Not a fan of us then f*ck off
You coulda said that from the jump y'all
I'm sittin' here drunk too-much alcohol
Still peaceful as a monk as u jabber jaw
Lookin after y'all like a babysitter
I heard someone call me a lady killer
Sharp wit a fade I was raised to kill ya
Go ahead and knock Em dead, mr Traylor
Will ya, will ya come into our lives
Y'all know I hear ya
May not come as a surprise
Look Em in his eyes he mesmerized his eyes open
Stop mopin' keep hopin' my hobby get broken
U gotta be jokin
Puttin' that bullshit in my ear
It's my year starting to feel like a rap extraordinaire
Ima microphone checka
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka
Hello
Yeah
Microphone checka
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka
Hello