Fire And Brimstone - DJ Quik

I don't give a *****about you you her him
That *****that n***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*s call ya mammy
I don't need ya love mutha*****a god d**n 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
N***as 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 bulls**t
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 s**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 n***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