GUT STUFF

It’s easy to criticize

When you don't provide next to nothin'

Maybe your grievance lies in your real life

Not on my pen

If you wanna talk your shit

Get yo guts up in the pit

Show us what's up, what's up

Anybody can talk trash

But I bet that you can't cash

Any gut stuff, gut stuff

If you say you know what's up (The gut stuff!)

Show us all your guts (The gut stuff!)

See who gives a fuck 'bout you (The gut stuff, The gut stuff!)

Think you know what's it

Show us all your grit (The gut stuff!)

See who gives a shit 'bout you, or anything you do

(Oooooh)

(The gut stuff!)

All you poseurs love to hate

But won't say it to my face

Maybe sit down, sit down

Don't know shit about music

So you pick apart lyrics

Like an ass clown, an ass clown

So next time you talk your trash

Send a link to your tracks

So I can laugh now, laugh now

I'm an artist, not a brand

Stuff yo arrogant demands

Up ya ass now, ya ass now

If you say you know what's up (The gut stuff!)

Show us all your guts (The gut stuff!)

See who gives a fuck 'bout you (The gut stuff, The gut stuff!)

Think you know what's it (The gut stuff!)

Show us all your grit (The gut stuff!)

See who gives a shit 'bout you (The gut stuff, The gut stuff!)

If you think you know what's up (The gut stuff!)

Show us all your guts (Fuck you!)

See who gives a fuck 'bout you (The gut stuff, The gut stuff!)

Go and talk yo shit

Armchair artist quips (The gut stuff!)

You can only wish (The gut stuff!)

That you could hit my level

And see the asshole that you are!

(Oooooh)

You want the truth?

I can't stand you

Fuckin' posers!

Fuck you!