Fire And Brimstone-DJ Quik

Fire And Brimstone - DJ Quik I don't give a ***** about you, you, her, him That *****, that ni**a, ya'll, them ***** clot laws dripping out ya'll trim 'Bout to fill ya cup up to the rim with brimstone ***** yo Grammy Stick the bell part up ya a** call ya mammy I don't need ya love mutha*****a god damn he Critics wanna slam me Put me in a jam till I come back with the jammy Blaow, knock your whole car window out till ya eyes white out ***** lights out Got you dead on arrival at your service on Saturday your whole family carry bibles Got the whole building nervous, they turn around see me walk up in the service I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper, right out in the rain, Niggas got nerve, well I'm your novacane This is fire and brimstone uh, Kill you with fire and brimstone uh I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man I guess you could call me the perennial ladies man Got some really rich friends and they all really like me cause I really pitch trims Sometimes when I'm bored I kick it with dumb folk They all really hate me like rottening egg yolks I love to rub it in because I'm not a proper fit for your world of bullshit You miserable mutt minds flawed by design You'll never have the temperament to experiment with the benevolent You're irrelevant, it should be your job to shovel sh*t You need to cultivate and develop it Get in the manure business and sell of it, good luck trick I'm a precious stone, wrapped in parchment paper Round brilliant cut shootin' ? A dignitary, you're a lowly begger Why don't you pull your plug you stupid ni**a If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in wood then you don't have the touch So you will never feel it 'cause you denigrate too much Who are you to judge, who are you to critique, who are you to falsify my presence I am unique so you can keep your $20 you ain't gotta buy my cd mutha*****a not a problem That's why I'm a recluse, not the one you set loose Mutha*****as in this game use my name to get juice Say it, david blake, a maven, amazing B-b-brighter than the forest when it's blazing Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing, that a boy Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking, that's a joy For these last four bars I take it easy But you still a mutha*****a and your cheesy Don't trust your memory Write down what you feel about me If yo head ain't rocking back and and forth then doubt me