Love Tap - Bizarre

Get the fuck up

Ha, ha, yeah, yeah

Everybody, get the fuck up

Get the fuck up

Everybody, wild the fuck out

Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out

Everybody, get the fuck up

Get the fuck up, get the fuck out

Everybody, wild the fuck out

Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out

Wild the fuck out

Holy moly, no one knows me

This white chick, she says she wants to blow me

Smokin' reefer, I’m a chiefer

Blaze enormous, brand new Wiz Khalifa

Poppin' pills, I need to chill

I need to get a r-r-refill

Baby talk, won’t even see a baby walk

Pop shit, outline her in baby chalk

I’m vicious, terrific, out of my mind

We share the same bloodline like Royce da 5'9″

Fuckin' legend, been a goat

Poppin' pills, I’m into dope

Shady Records, used to be signed to Interscope

I’ma start hookin' niggas from Jersey to Brooklyn, niggas

Ain’t got no apron on and I’m already cookin' niggas

Man I’m out, are you a man or mouse?

Bring 'em one by one, I start airin' 'em out (anybody)

Drugs and pills, that’s all I’m carin' about

He cappin', I’m rappin', he snap, it’s gon' happen

A kidnappin', he laughin', I’m clappin', you rappin'

Blowin' four pipes, fuckin' four dykes

Been up four nights, goin' to war like Fortnite

One eye like Fetty Wap, get your belly flopped

Cooked up, beat up like Betty Crock

I ain’t no sucker, I stay sucker free

I ain’t duckin' niggas, niggas duckin' me

Drink Champs, I should go on N.O.R.E

Get fucked up and tell the whole world my story

Why they dissin' Eminem?

Why they ride with MGK?

They gon' learn today

Niggas singin' like Monica

Who the fuck is a Jay Electronica?

Who is that?

I’m tryna, tryna remember…

Oh, it’s Jarice, the guy that carried the bags

The one that used to sleep on the floor and call Denaun dad

The one that sold the tape to The Source

Let me chill, I’m gettin' off-course

Don’t tell me on your album how much you love D12

When I look at Bizarre, he don’t look like he’s doing very well

Next time I see your jaw I’ma lump it up (bitch)

No offense (no), straight defense

Fuck around and put your son on the remix, punk

I’m a mothafuckin' hog

Disrespectful, I’ll shoot your fuckin' dog

Damn, you loved that dog to death

Good, you can watch it take its last breath

Joe say he clean and sober

But asked me for a Percocet last October

We was on a tour called Never Say Never

I gave you some cocaine when you was under the weather

Damn, am I talkin' too much?

(Shut up)

Keep sayin' my name, you ain’t gon' be walkin' too much, bitch (old ass nigga)

I don’t be doin' no runnin'

I ain’t gon' say come to Detroit 'cause I know you ain’t comin', damn