Your Boy for Life
"Burnin' Up the Canvas"
OH YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW!
That's it, it's over now
SIR YERR SEASON HAS RETURNED!
[Verse 1]
Yo, Let's get right to the facts, if you know me go "yerrr, where you at?"
You don't know me, better get you a map and then holla back god
Catch me on the boulevard, reppin' Queens
Mad hard in some fitted jeans spittin' 16's
I'm nasty ass wicked
I'll punch a hole in your stomach, rip out your gallbladder and play hackey-sack with it
Fuck a paralytic
I lift a wheelchair up and throw it at you with your fucking grandfather in it
Viciously I'm physically able to split
Your body in perfect symmetry, if you mention me
Thinking you the hottest?
You'd stand a better chance beating Kirstie Alley in a Hot Dog Eating Contest
Yo, you think you can spit?
I beat the fucking shit out of you with a piece of your rib
Repeatedly over your chest til it's wide open
Then I blow weed in your lungs to test for second-hand smoking
[Hook]
Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?)
Now pick up the pieces, what do you got?
I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!
[Verse 2]
Fucking with my new flow
Barry Bonds a motherfucker out to Pluto
The type of shit I get myself in, wouldn't you know?
I think about it every time I fuck a new hoe
Wait! When I walk up in the spot motherfuckers give me dap and love
When I walk up in the club they like what's up?
When I go, give a pound, gotta big crowd all around
Spit a flow, do a round, and you know it's going down
No doubt, now what the hell you talking about?
Heavy in a Chevy I'm burning up the Pirelli's
Come out and show me what you all about
Battle at the cemetery where the motherfuckers get buried, bitch
[Hook]
Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?)
Now pick up the pieces, what do you got?
I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!
[Verse 3]
Never thought I'd be here, never thought I'd see clear
Let me hear that bullshit, spit it in my ear, one time-one time
And it be so hard, so hard but no complaining
Maintaining the wake and bake, what you believe in is fake
I'm a 5'11, 155 pound heavyweight
Vanilla Silverback gorilla ape on this mixtape
I'll battle anywhere
And beat the shit out of you in front of your daughter, ejaculate on her teddy bear
You wanna bring the drama?
You're better off snapping a photo of a Yeti sodomizing a Chupacabra
I'm a boss, yes
And I live my life like the numbers 2 and 3 in Spanish cause I dos tres (don't stress)
I be on 71st Continental in a rental
Puffing governmental, playing heavy metal
Plain to see I'm doing my thang b
Gang be Q-Crew and I'm the man G
[Hook]
Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?)
Now pick up the pieces, what do you got?
I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas
Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!
