Fools Love

So what's up, man?

Cool it, man

Yo, you know I had to call

You know why, right?

Why?

Because, yo, I never ever called and asked you to play something, right?

Yeah

You know what I wanna hear, right?

What you wanna hear?

I wanna hear that Misfits joint?

Misfits AGAIN?

Oh yeah, again and again!

Motherfuckers ain't ready for this, you know what I mean?

Yeah, okay

Check this motherfuckin' shit out, yeah

It's the Misfits, huh (It's the Misfits)

You know

Yeah, it go like this, check it out (Ayo)

Y'all better come well equipped

Champagne, caviar, Remy at the bar, take a sip

Tight leather pants, oh you a crossdresser now

Tell me fag, how you gon' take the pressure now? (Hi guys)

We got the live up in the hive type shit

Ain't none of y'all matchin' Persona type wit (Duh)

Only concerned with your Beamer or Benz

Fast trends, fake friends, how much cash they spend (Ka-ching)

Catwalk fashions, million dollar mansions

I don't give a damn how much ass you be bangin'

Blow out your flame, I'll snatch your plat-pressed chain

Auction it to the kid with the 5 cent bid

See, you're caught up in the material

Fancy this, fancy that

Ain't nothin' fancy bout your rap (Nah, nah)

Ya weak, cheap creeps ain't nothin' unique

I got mad styles, knock peeps off their feet

Ain't makin' this for radio

Yet they wanna play it though

Could it be the ill beat flow?

Blowing up your stereo

Misfits stars of the show

Maybe that's why…

You won't admit you love me

All you money-hungry grubbin'

Hustlin', wannabe champagne bubblin'

You love me

Honey-covered crews

Smotherin' the true sound

Who frontin' in the sound booth

You won't admit you love me

All you underground cats

Goal-driven but you're livin' only for the mad cash by cuttin'

Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm

You love me

(Mm, mm, mm-mmm, check it out)

It's I, the flippa, ripper, spitter live wire

Set this mic a-fire, 6 hitter, UH!

With a mustin bust hustlin' city slicker

The crew crusher crasher, extravagant extravaganza

Word Gangsta!

You better to swerve and smash your Mazda

'Cause you could never tangle with the exceptional exceptions

To the rules

Innovative like inventions

We ascendin' to the next dimension (Hello, hello, hello)

Here to knock you out the game

Snatch your crown and your reign of terror

And rebuke your fame

And reduce your name to the level of puke

I'm gonna revel in betterin' you

I'm a rebel that attains astral plains

Skills still levels ahead of you

Bruise with pugilistic abuse

My magic splatters mad hatters with hat tricks

Stick shatter and batter meagre misogynistic rappers

Now your money-hungry honeys lookin' kinda funny, dummies

Don't know this, still gon' show this

The way you brag 'bout your Gucci bags

Price tags and mags

I rip the hair off your back

Make you eat it like Nads

'Sup with them hoes in your videos?

That's why you get the profit

Brothers get off on it

Straight jackin' it

Scrubs not thugs

Frontin' like you got somethin'

Big booty shaker from the slum (That's nasty)

Left-overs, dick-blowers, high-rollers

Yeah right, bend over

Stealin' your ends or your big body Benz

Shit, still you be sayin' to them

You won't admit you love me

All you money-hungry grubbin'

Hustlin', wannabe champagne bubblin'

You love me

Honey-covered crews

Smotherin' the true sound

Who frontin' in the sound booth

You won't admit you love me

All you underground cats

Goal-driven but you're livin' only for the mad cash by cuttin'

Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm

You love me

(Check it out)

Comin' official!

To kill the artificial

Fake, plastic, wack shit

Mimics, sportin' gimmicks and theatrics

Tactics, that of guerrilla status

For real, faggot

Here to knock your ass off its axis

Infinitely witted, I admit it

Tight lines, I spit it

Close-knitted, well-fitted, I did it

When this go down, Persona fabulous

When this go down, Persona marvellous, what

Clown, fictitious nonsense

You'll be comin' out ya mouth

So ridiculous, it's makin' me sick

But now I understand why so many people (Love you)

'Cause only fools give love to fools

And you the king!

You love me

All you money-hungry grubbin'

Hustlin', wannabe champagne bubblin'

You love me

Honey-covered crews

Smotherin' the true sound

Who frontin' in the sound booth

You won't admit you love me

All you underground cats

Goal-driven but you're livin' only for the mad cash by cuttin'

Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm

You love me

Yo, break it down

Yeah, say it for the 2-double-O-3

Money, oh shit, it's 2-double-O-4?

Man, this cheeky motherfuckin' release

Yeah

You say it, you