Allergic To Bullshit - Suga Free

I’m tired of playing with these motherfuckers…

Now I lay me down to sleep

I got a feeling I’m allergic to bullshit

Already got some medication for dumb shit

You better leave me alone bitch cuz I

I feel like fucking you up

Feel like fucking you up

But I got too much GAME (game)

To blow out ya brains in front of yo Momma and get struck out

GAME (game)

Feeling all revenge, no remorse and no sorrow

Bitch you got an ass whooping coming so bad

I’m a beat your motherfuckin' ass

Bitch cuz you’re wrong for that (you)

Make me wanna pull a bone out ya back (Yes you)

Call us the pest control

(Dead bitch walkin)

Til ya whole chest is gone

(Dead bitch walking)

Bitch get a gun, put it to your head and blow your motherfucking brains out

Better yet, go to the nearest bridge you see and jump off that motherfucker

Jump in the middle of the freeway and run head-on into a truck or something

Cuz you won’t pimp me!

I don’t give a fuck

I’ll cuss yo ass out

I get the feeling I’m allergic to fake bitches

Already got some medication for square bitches

I still keep my sucker repellent with me by my GAME (game)

At the stroke of twelve I’m turning her back into a pumpkin

GAME (game)

Put a hanger on your back until you can’t function

We are here to fuck you, straight fuck you up SING

We are here to fuck you up

Now you want to see me in the county

Yes you don’t want no happy people around me

Because I’m fine I can fuck baby and I can fight

Thanks for nothing bitch my formula’s extraordinarily tight

GAME (game)

Bitch you understand that I’m the black Jack Tripper

GAME (game)

Suga Free the pimp Pomona style still a bitch killer

Bitch I oughta call John Walsh on America’s Most Wanted and tell him you a

kidnapper

Since you so tough bitch why don’t you jog some of that fat off your

motherfucking ass

I get the feeling I’m allergic to liars

Already got my medication for cutthroats

You better give me 50 feet cuz I

I feel like fucking you up

Feel like fucking you up

Hee hee

Bitch I’m getting tired of yo ass (and I like it)

Make me want to put some fire to your ass (and I might bitch)

Hoe you got an ass whooping coming from hell

Cuz you done ran out of rope and you prepared to tell

Call us the pest control

What you hating for?

That’s why I stabbed you in the throat with a Dayton spoke

You got an ass whooping coming so loud

I’m a boot yo ass to the clouds

I just can’t wait to put you in your place right

Like with motherfuckers when I stand behind the fucking mic

And how you jealous of your man bitch you want to beat me too?

And all the fly shit you often see a motherfucker do

You need your ass whooped

You notice you broke bitch?

Like, get yo money Why U Bullshittin'?

I wrote this

Filmo Slim said pussy gon' sell with cotton and corn won’t

So you’ll never pimp me, bitch

I’ll let you pimp me when they make dildos out of Dayton spokes

And the only reason I don’t knock all the teeth out your mouth bitch is because

I know your ass is finna go tell

Little punk ass bitch

Yeah, its written all over your face you a punk ass bitch

Misery loves company

Little miserable ass… piece of… blubber

Ain’t happy for shit!

Is there anything int he world you happy about?

Anything?!

Hell motherfucking no

So what you do, is go to a motherfucker who got they shit together and try to

fuck they shit up

Bitch you cannot reach in my body and pull a bone up out of me okay

You cannot stop me from smiling

You cannot stop me from making this music

Okay?

I’m not gon' let you do that

God ain’t gon' let you do that okay?

Why don’t you go get a job at Target or something?

You know what I’m saying?

Get something you can be proud of

Get a paper route bitch for all I give a fuck, piece of shit

Fuck you and yo Momma too

What, Cadillacs ain’t gon' roll no more cuz your ass gone bitch?

I can’t spit dope shit because you gone bitch?

Fucking idiot

What you stand for?

What you standing on?

Nothing

What you got?

Nothing

What your Momma got?

Nothing

What your family got?

Nothing

Cuz you ain’t nothing, and you ain’t never be nothing!

Piece of shit, life don’t stop cuz you gone bitch

You like a cigarette butt to me bitch

I smoke you and throw yo ass away when I’m done with you