Get Off My Yard - Marlon Craft

This should be played at high volume

Preferably in a residential area

Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?

Feel like I’m God, put your trust in the kid

They be snake-discussin' the kid

Shit, at least they discussin' the kid

I’m disgusting as shit, low limits to the fucks I could give

Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet

It’s like I’ve been through something with Syd, it’s disruptive as shit

All these functionless kids clickin' stuff to get lit

I’m all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard

You don’t really wanna see me get on my job

Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad

Lucky that you played out seven iPods

'Cause if you was more relevant, you might just get your head kicked in

I’m ready as I ever been, my cock he be so elegant

That college head on him were raised on New York City sediment

Combined to make my «Suck my dick"sound so eloquent, uh

I’m feelin' like AND1 hot sauce

'Fore you can say «Ayo,"man's done got cross

Long list of demands for the pop-off

You’d be shocked what my thoughts cost, who wan' fuck with me?

Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?

Feel like I’m God, put your trust in the kid

They be snake-discussin' the kid

Shit, at least they discussin' the kid

I’m disgusting as shit, low limits to the fucks I could give

Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet

It’s like I’ve been through something with Syd, it’s disruptive as shit

All these functionless kids clickin' stuff to get lit

I’m all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard

You don’t really wanna see me get on my job

Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad

Lucky that you played out seven iPods

2020, comin' forward, I need alimony

I’ve been takin' care of you kids, I need alimony

Back and forth with the flows, I need paddle for me

Chatter for me, gradually gettin' kinda louder for me

Oh, God (Oh, God), what they wan' do?

(What they wan' do?)

I’ve been so charged (So charged), I’ve been going through it (I've been going

through)

I should send a postcard (Postcard) at the old dudes (At the old dudes)

'Cause I’m so far (So far) from how y’all move (From how y’all move)

I’m from where they’ll step on your neck just to get ahead of you

My head gettin' too big, I can’t even fit a schedule

You can live online but that won’t save you when the rent is due

Gave myself a feature 'cause I’d be me 'fore I’m ever you

Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?

Feel like I’m God, put your trust in the kid

They be snake-discussin' the kid

Shit, at least they discussin' the kid

I’m all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard

You don’t really wanna see me get on my job

Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad

Lucky that you played out seven iPods