Letras
Check your swag at the door, bitch
You in our house now
This shit right here, son
This that shit, son
This that shit
They ain't even ready, yeah, oh!
I'm Mr. 30-something, nobody fuck with him past his prime
They sending me out the past to these scavengers, wish I died
Well, I'm wishing that I committed to this before 29
And the difference is why they bitchin', I'm out here hittin' the grind
Call me a burger, flip it, son of a bitch
Don't got no gun on my hip, but butt shots till there's none in the clip
I cut long ways and bleed music, I let it run from my wrists
Under the radar, I ain't one of you blips
This shit is turnin' to a gay bar, it's nothin' but dicks
Tryin' to stay hard, this guy's is a bitch, they know who they are
And you can tell they like ridin' their own dicks
By the all-night carnival band, they got tired of their riffs
Rap better and weathered from gettin' better
They bet you they'll never, never land restin' on my efforts, gettin' me pissed
But if they listenin', they questionin' era of modern medicine
Tryin' to figure out how they let him get so sick
It's the return of the dickhead, keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Motherfuckers in a piss, they reppin' that
UPS
UPS
It's the return of the dickhead, keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Cause through the rain and storm, we stay woven at
UPS
UPS
I'm the Dusty Rhodes of rap, NWA version of championship material
Polka dots as wax, cinnamon rush, black velvet
And throw it back and grab a Hornsby's to go with that
Where the weed at?
Cause I'm trying to get a lift, lift, lift
And get your big flick, that bitch, and sing it
Then binge on some chips and hit the fridge
Over eating, vomiting, take a big shit
You could say I'm someone who suffers from bowel stiffness
At burgers and groans, I'm pissed and give a shit list
Witnesses, I'm twisting linguistics into submission
I'm ripping its ligaments till it's sitting like Robert Griffin
And grimacing from the sidelines, watching the start of scrimmage
Go hard like Mike Alfonso with an awesome appendage
Get it? Shine it up real nice and turn it sideways
You already know where I'm gonna tell you to stick it
It's the return of the dickhead, keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Motherfuckers in the pits, they reppin' that
UPS
UPS
It's the return of the dickhead, keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Cause through the rain and storm, we stay reppin' that
UPS
UPS
They have the way to cycle beach base, got the plate vibrating
Migrating to the front of the stage and gyrating old ladies
High haters, I'm waving my feet, putting work, represent UPS and Bob Nation
High rated, I'm rated, high hating, I hate that God claimed that they made it
Facebook isn't famous, they looking insane
'Cause how the fuck they gonna shine when they face ain't outside of they anus
I hate this about a bitch, I'm on my shit again
Kevin Nash too sweet, somebody get the insulin
You can tell by the ignorant fuckers that I kick it with
We don't give a shit and we always bringing the insulin
These losers crying like they a bunch of neglected kids
Begging for attention that they just never could seem to get
With disrespect is the quickest way to get penciled in on the schedule
So when in the fuck are you faggots checking in?
It's the return of the dickhead
Keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Motherfuckers in the pit stay webbin' at UPS, UPS
It's the return of the dickhead
Keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Cause through the rain and storm, we stay webbin' at
UPS
UPS
It's the return of the dickhead
Keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Motherfuckers in the pit stay webbin' at UPS, UPS
It's the return of the dickhead
Keep on talking tough, we can give a shit less
Through the rain and storm, we stay webbin' at UPS, UPS
UPS, UPS
UPS, UPS
UPS, UPS
UPS, UPS