Pariah Lyrics

I'm a fat man I'm getting ready to drop the bomb

You a Simbalton I call you Mufasa son

Cleanse your soul like it's Ramadan

I'm a fucking revelation, you could read that in the right Quran

That make the Bible wrong,

Homie holding on the rifle strong with a sniper arm like he fight in 'Nam

I crash weddings and get fucking obliterated

Kick the groom out the window, tell the bride that he didn't make it

I'm Ludacris, all I do is Act a Fool

Leave you stuck in the field in danger, Back To School

I'm Obnoxious like a track off of Volume 2

Kill your fucking fam now you live in solitude

I'll ground a dude like's he premium beef

And if you fucking with me homie then they peeling the street

You feeling defeat

Now your maker you'll meet

I sick the hounds on you doggie like I'm feeding them treats

Ha ha ha

Yeah

Fucking bastard

You ain't seeing me cousin

If I'm in a bad mood then you leaving me cousin

Gimme a hammer and I promise you it's game over

Blowing lines of white throughout the night in the Range Rover

This anger inside, I mangle ya hide

And if you fucking with me homie then your ankles are tied

Yeah

A savage disease, you never thought a maggot could bleed

A look from me will force your bladder to pee like steeping bags of tea

I'm an alcoholic misfit with slit wrists

Dancing on the graves of your brothers for some sick kicks

Call me John Wilkes, I'm spitting in the Boothe

Get ya head blown back, I'm sicker than the croup

I'm sitting in the coupe waiting for this bitch to breathe

'Cuz she been bobbing for apples under my fricken' seat

Speaking of head, I leave yours under the Christmas tree

Burning on some different leaves with these cryptic keys

Call me Craig Mack I bring the Flava to ya ear

I pack the knapsack just in case you disappear

Come on homie, you gotta rob faster

I drop bastards, I'm bringing bars back like Jon Taffer

You moving like a CHUD, I'm shooting like a FLUDD

The Sunshine has died now we moving through the mud

I get crazy with a bastard's maul in a pit with men who fiending like going through crack withdrawal high on Adderall

I'm Dunkin' on the competition like coffee or basketball

You a punk that fell off after all

You can't spit with this

You fly too close to the sun just like Icarus

You know I'm too sick with this

Infected like I transmitted Syphilis, you a little bitch

Get ya head crushed into little bits

Yeah

SV

The Coalition

Divine Science

You been known

Bring it motherfucker

Yeah

Ha ha ha ha ha