Dope D.O.D. & Chubeats - Fukem Lyrics

So what we doing for the hook?
I'mma just do the lead parts
Okay okay
And what part do I do?
You fill it in with,
You know, with the Fukem
With the Fukem
Oh, I love to Fukem
Take that, take that
I got a hard time fitting in with them
Nowadays rappers like sitting in prison
The new definition of spit what you livin'
Is killing each other over songs you've written
Wow that's gangster, grab that phone
Post to the gram, how you pissin' on a gravestone
You outside?
Well, I guess you should have stayed home
Life ain't a GTA game bro (you aint know)
But I don't wanna hate no youngin getting cash (nah)
I just wanna f*ck yo' mama in the ass (yeah)
You wouldn't understand, it's a grown-up thing (sit down)
Before you go to bed, do your homework, king
Biology class, there's a perfect reason
Why mom's bed keeps squeakin' (we in)
The middle of somethin
So don't come knockin'
Snoop raised us these hoes (don't love them)
Loose off the Gin and juice, looks like they lit a fuse (oops)
Little dudes, big woofs turn to lickin' wounds (swift)
When we stick and move, (shit) you get split in two (bits)
That I dip into juice from a liver stew
Skits is cruel, this is true, sniffing glue
In a pool with a few Miller brews
Skipping through your tape after hearing 2 seconds of the intro
Dante's Inferno next stop limbo
This is not a song for the radio
This is not another lil baby flow
Why the game gotta be so shady bro
I love this rap shit but they hate me tho
So I say
Fukem fukem
I do me you do you
Fukem fukem
Step aside coming through
Fukem Fukem
Beat em down pick a few
Fukem Fukem
D O D we the truth
Smite niggaz like the prey predator
Man, I ain't regular, like a space nebula
Don't get on my case, they call me face editor
Jayreap I basically hate everyone
From here to babylon
I've been putting my rebels on
Never trust the government to say they never wrong
Matter of fact, I never trust anyone
And i put curses on niggas like Paimont
Megazord metaphors cut em up to the chorus
Blunt force no remorse you get dumped in the forest
Chuck em just like Norris
Keep yo fingers off my porridge
Niggas wanna feel my force
Crush em like Tyrannosaurus
My feet smelly but the beat mad heavy
And I keep it old school while rocking the Pelle Pelle
It dont matter what people say, what they do
Niggaz know, D O D we the thruth
This is not a song for the radio