Oh Shit

(album: Infidelity In The Throne Room - 2012)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

3 words, "fuck 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumping off
If you feeling lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she moving money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My bitch, topless
Your bitch, not shit
My bitch, oh no
Your bitch, so gross
Man, that's the shit I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh shit"

Okay, y'all don't wanna start cause I'm already at the finish
I heard y'all say money talks, well I guess you never listen
My girl fine, her hair like Farrah Fawcett
We getting stoned like a feral coffin
My name ain't Josh so I ain't Joshing
But I'll smoke til I die and I'm never coughing
I ain't tryna do a lot, we are on the guest list
Toss 'em down inside a well, call that boy a death wish
Smoking on that green grinch, yeah I don't even know who is who
Find your ass on Sunday and you're still wearing your Tuesday shoes

We hipper than a Hula-Hoop
We passing blunts like Alley-Oop
Hill kids got so much attitude, we just leave 'em in the valley dude
A gangster don't make bangers, but he bang 'em out with a Hollow man
So, I see through you, Tupac, hologram
Ha, I'm smoking weed, texting bitches
There ain't much to do, so she do my dishes
Put some money on it, and pay you a visit
Y'all are super phony, seven digits

3 words, "fuck 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumping off
If you feeling lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she moving money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My bitch, topless
Your bitch, not shit
My bitch, oh no
Your bitch, so gross
Man, that's the shit I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh shit"

Where the hell is my libido? (libido)
And what the hell happened to all them other people? (people)
That were coming 'round and filling up the cribbo (cribbo)
The ones that called me brother and the few who called me kiddo (kiddo)
Shout out to the homies that are still stuck in limbo (limbo)
They dunno how I feel but they still dropping ditto (ditto)
I'm jus tryna put my fucking fammo in a Lambo (Lambo)
Get a bad bitch for my bad bitch and a Swisher for that Indo

Okay put your lighters up, hit the blunt, light it up
Pass that shit to me and I'll be good, I don't require much
I am like a dinosaur, you are like some lion cubs
Rolling with more hoes than a motherfucking firetruck
Okay I am good to go, y'all are out that's good to know
You do it for the minute, I do it til the time is gone
Fuck it, y'all are going down like you're eating pussy
Fuck it, put 'em 6 feet call that playing footsy

3 words, "fuck 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumping off
If you feeling lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she moving money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My bitch, topless
Your bitch, not shit
My bitch, oh no
Your bitch, so gross
Man, that's the shit I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh shit"