Butane Baby - Gloves On Lyrics

(Oh, the right hand
I doubt if he'll be able to get up from this
He hit him flush on the jaw
It's up to six, and seven, and eight, and nine, and ten
It's all over)

You weak-jawed, your feet rocks
You move slow, even movin' to the beat wrong (Yeah!)
Smackin' you around like ping-pong
Never ever catch me with the heat drawn
Beat drawers and shit stains (What?)
That's your TM, that's your mark trade
I'm Sam Clemens, you Mark Twain
You ain't real, bitch, you stage name (Uh!)
You a real bitch on stage mane
Real tame like a pussy cat (Yeow!)
Always ask where the pussy at
But the pussy here, now where he at? (What?)
Take a bitch to the Marriot (Yeah!)
Bad bitches ain't scaredy-cat (Aye!)
You gettin' brave just to talk to her
All she say, "f*ck you lookin' at?" (Bitch!)
To me they say "I'm up here" (Up here!)
But you know I keep an eye on that rear (That rear!)
The ring girl leave in all tears (Oh what?)
When she see the ring I gave her not real (Oh shit!)
Knock out, first round
Hit you where you talk out, burst rounds
Put you in the dirt mound, you buried now
Better get that will done, hurry now (Bitch!)

Get your gloves on
Get your gloves on
If you know what it is, then get your gloves on
Get your gloves on
Don't get your cousin
Just get your, get your, get your, get your, get your, gloves on

(Ahh, yeah!)
You want red or blue? (Blue!)
Get in the ring if I'm dead to you (Yeah!)
I can make it rhyme if I'm in the mood
Or I'll chop notes down for an interlude (Yeah, yeah!)
This shit bananas like we in the zoo (Bow!)
The concrete jungle I'm finna move (Woo!)
If you feelin rude, and I'm in the room
Then I'm finna do what you didn't do (Ayyyye!)
Taking shots from a keyboard
Ain't gon' stop until he bored
Little boy where your momma at
You was raised up on a memeboard
I don't mind how long it take
I will drive on the interstate
Better find your maker, I'll fly to Jamaica
And five mins later, I'll tape my fists like The Undertaker (Aye!)
Be gone

Get your gloves on
Get your gloves on
If you know what it is, then get your gloves on
Get your gloves on
Don't get your cousin
Just get your, get your, get your, get your, get your, gloves on

Y'all listening to the most alive
The heat in my heart would burn most alive
The beat of my heart would turn ghosts alive
It's fear in your heart and y'all won't survive
While y'all listening to the most alive
The heat in my heart would burn most alive
The beat of my heart would turn ghosts alive
It's fear in your heart and y'all won't survive