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odprophet - how you like me now? lyrics

[intro]
you don’t understand. i keep explaining it but you don’t understand. lsd or mescaline even. if you just let it happen, wow. you think you can really love your fellow man, even when you come down++

[chorus: odprophet]
let the pump off, in the trunk, you get dumped off (bang! bang!)
how you like me now motherf+cker? i said
let the pump off, in the trunk, you get dumped off (bang! bang!)
how you+how you+how you like me now motherf+cker? i said

[verse 1: odprophet]
i’m the b+st+rd son, a savage with an acid tongue
a wizard with the magic lungs spittin’ like a massive gun
i’m different from these rappin’ bums, i chew ’em like a pack of gum
stick ’em to the bottom of the table, better pack a lunch
i just cleaned my pistol and i broke this wood
the police be patrolling through the f+ckin’ hood
caught me chillin’ like a hunter in the f+ckin’ woods
these b+tches won’t but i wish a motherf+cker would
these rappers thinkin’ that i’m playin’ so i let ’em fly
y’all must not be fond of livin’, homie, let ’em die
y’all could never keep it centered so i severed ties
prosthetic people had me sleeping on a bed of knives
they told me turn the other cheek and be the better man
you gon’ be playin’ with the heat, you need a steady hand
you gon’ be playin’ with this feast, you need a better plan
i may have caught a couple fades, but yo, i never ran
[chorus: odprophet]
let the pump off, in the trunk, you get dumped off (bang! bang!)
how you like me now motherf+cker? i said
let the pump off, in the trunk, you get dumped off (bang! bang!)
how you+how you+how you like me now motherf+cker? i said

[verse 2: odprophet]
i am the half+god, half+devil rap rental bag
pumpin’ slaps under hat, pumpin’ black metal
there’s a storm in my head, when will that settle?
cat+sprangled void, my synapses hit the gas pedal (skrrt)
we just skrrt across the earth, costin’ lots of dirt
lots of birds nail me to the cross, toss me in the he+rs+
it probably hurts to be a b+tch but sh+t i didn’t know (b+tch)
catch me hanging out in places that you couldn’t go (b+tch)
kilo beat on the beat so you know it’s slappin’
he lace the keys like it’s sneak, wrap ’em up in plastic
pour the forty in the streets for the homie passed this
the other option, put them in the dirt in hydrochloric acid
hold the vigil for the hoes that have been caught in traffic
send your folks up to jehovah with the automatic
you can never know for sure, i might be coming back
so don’t forget to stuff a little pistol in the homie’s casket

- odprophet lyrics

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