Look At These Dudes

(album: People's Champ - 2022)

Church
Yeah, I'm back, motherfuckers
They mad 'cause my little fucking
Profile picture ain't popping up on their stories, hahahaha
Church

Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad

Got a text last night about hateful spite
Somebody saying they could body me up on the mic, yeah, right
Stay looking in the mirror
Not even up in the venue and getting stage fright
My pencil point got more lead than a pistol, boy
Thinking that you got a genius ploy
It's like a little kid dressed as a baby cowboy
Popping paper tabs with a fucking toy (Pew-pew)
Miss me again like always
I wish you would, I'm a sawblade
I'ma cut through the underground game
Like I need to remove the trash down in the crawlspace
Infinite ammunition like an arms race
Firing every shot with a boldface
Erased the hip-hop database spot
Less than he's even being honest
Honestly, bitches be gossipy
I'm such a star my nickname Astronomy
Hurt you with a pen and pencil
Then cut all your throats with my pocket that's full of apostrophes
You are a not-a-me, only a wannabe
Dude, you're an asshole, nope, sodomy
And I ain't sorry for being that honky
When y'all faker than Morgan Wallen's apology

Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad

So famous I got a TikTok
But I don't waste time on [*tick-tock*]
Don't only be cold with a wristwatch
I don't wear one, I make time like a boss
And you gon' be thirsty for me
I guess I'm hosing you off
If your mouth is still open when you talking shit
You flushing my sauce
Scientific, mad guy, I'm with it
You the kind that say, "Be more pacific"
I'm the kind that design hieroglyphic
Even when you try to copy me, your mimic
Is a sloppy copy with some fingers missing
You couldn't shoot a bird with fucking sign language
So many people booing at your shows
Only time you rap is to apply bandage
I say it so candid 'cause I can and did
And I will continue to dish out all the damage
If we go to war on the mic I'll kill everybody
And be the last motherfucker that's standing
Then sweep all your parts to the side
So other rappers can examine
To see what happens to these motherfuckers
When you bother the guy that is minding his business

Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad