The Mob - Random Thoughts Lyrics

Alright
MOB
Rockin' the mic
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin' the mic
HA
It's a lyrical madness so f*ck y'all
It's a literal massacre and I don't give a f*ck
Don't give a f*ck
How you lookin' up to me if I gave a f*ck
Proceed to feed the need
Defeat the greed in me
Succeed to beat the deed I deem redeemed in the eyes of my evil seed
Did that make sense
Am I spittin' bullshit cause of my ignorance
Will I have an end
I'm reekin' of madness, the reason I have no friends
If I told I can get em'
Then I can get em'
Turn em' and bend em' and stick em' with the venom every time I hit em' with somethin' every second then I leave em' dead not to go to heaven and turnin' every head, you better pay attention
I'm havin' fun obviously
I'm here and I'm not done
Honestly, it's sheer coincidence that I make fun of all of you motherf*ckers when I make you RUN
Bababababababa
Proceed to feed the need
Defeat the greed in me
Succeed to beat the deed I deem redeemed in the eyes of my evil seed
Oops I said that again
Ain't no mistake in it if I did that again
Recycling bars once I said them here comes again
Ain't no mistakin' it if I did that again
Random thoughts
Yes I make it happen
Yup I make it happen
Once I start the rappin'
Everybody clappin'
Damn this shit is slappin'
And you better call me
Big dick MOB
Da the pula mare
Da the pula mare
Everybody want it
Yes, I guess I got it
If you wanna be on it
Then you better ask for it
Throw the pen for me and let me at it
I got no papers with me so I'll wreak havoc
I'll write on walls and doors until I bleed after
Cause I'm adamant when I battle any f*ckin' weak rapper
You better pray for me and kiss me goodbye
I'm through the threshold into the dark side
You're so kind mobzy, the Mr. Nice Guy
You don't give a f*ck about me or my f*ckin' kindness
When I use my lyrics as a weapon
I'm Arabic, a terrorist destined to go to heaven
Every time I preach a diss you end up with a lesson
No time to f*ck around, bitch, better stay in session
Still, you idiots don't know who you messin' with
Better stack up ammo and get better clips
Finger steady on the trigger when I click
Bullseye every target that I hit
I feel the madness leakin' out
My vision gets blurry whenever I'm speakin' now
Fillin' my head with fury, anger, rage and doubt
These are my random thoughts and I'm speak em' out loud, bitch
Uhm, so now what
How about we do the chorus again
Hmm ok, sounds good
Cool, let's go
Random thoughts
Yes I make it happen
Yup I make it happen
Once I start the rappin'
Everybody clappin'
Damn this shit is slappin'
And you better call me
Big dick MOB
Da the pula mare
Da the pula mare
Everybody want it
Yes, I guess I got it
If you wanna be on it
Then you better ask for it
Pula mare
Pula mare
Pula mare
Rockin' the mic
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin' the mic
MOB is the best
HAHA
MOB
MOB bitch