ACAPELLA: $UICIDEBOY$ - REALISM VS. IDEALISM

(so then, this track should have NO copyright whatsoever and i'm not trying to make dough offa this shit)

LYRICS:

VERSE 1:

Yeah, they call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica

All these hoes keep splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no ands, ifs, or buts

If her butt was any fatter, I'd be fucked and quickly bust

Splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut

Give her antihistamine, pistol green like it's a buck

Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up

Be-Bend ya knees, begging please, like I could really give a fuck

Uzi tucked against my spleen, I'll make you bleed until you rust

Yeah, for the static, I'm an addict

Back at it, like a chiropractic crack habit

If I want it, I'ma have it, knock you off this fucking planet

Send your corpse up to the stars, replace 'em all with fucking maggots

Yeah, pants saggin', red flaggin'

I'ma get the bag, whether it's paper or it's plastic

All these fuckboys I be slappin', ain't got time for all your cappin'

I'ma conjure up my demons, whisper all their names in Latin

VERSE 2:

Yung Wetto, it's Yung North, mane, whippin' in a Ford thang

Grippin' on the hammer, Indiana, $licky Fort Wayne

Pot filled with white dust, house color white nut

Looking for the chewin', Patrick Ewing out a white slut

Cup dirty, Glock 30, murk a mothafucka' quick

Eastern bloc, sticker shock, custom how I rock a Benz

Five percent on the tint, lookin' like The Babadook

Fuck a fight, I'd rather shoot, my youngins holla "hootie-hoo!"

I yell amen, hollow tips rain in

*59 gorilla, I'm too real for them to cage in

Southern Cajun, suckers bite the pavement

Told that hoe to hit my agent, talkin' bout engagements

Fuck a blame shift, I'm that motherfucker, boy

Creeping through the night, turbos breathin' like they paranoid

Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli

Northside, burn 'em at the stake while singing Bloody Mary