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your boy for life
“burnin’ up the canvas”

oh you done f-cked up now!
that’s it, it’s over now
sir yerr season has returned!

[verse 1]

yo, let’s get right to the facts, if you know me go “yerrr, where you at?”
you don’t know me, better get you a map and then holla back god
catch me on the boulevard, reppin’ queens
mad hard in some fitted jeans spittin’ 16’s
i’m nasty -ss wicked
i’ll punch a hole in your stomach, rip out your gallbladder and play hackey-sack with it
f-ck a paralytic
i lift a wheelchair up and throw it at you with your f-cking grandfather in it
viciously i’m physically able to split
your body in perfect symmetry, if you mention me
thinking you the hottest?
you’d stand a better chance beating kirstie alley in a hot dog eating contest
yo, you think you can spit?
i beat the f-cking sh-t out of you with a piece of your rib
repeatedly over your chest til it’s wide open
then i blow weed in your lungs to test for second-hand smoking

[hook]

dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
set it to flames, and let it rot (why’s that, huh?)
now pick up the pieces, what do you got?

i be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas, go!

[verse 2]

f-cking with my new flow
barry bonds a motherf-cker out to pluto
the type of sh-t i get myself in, wouldn’t you know?
i think about it every time i f-ck a new hoe
wait! when i walk up in the spot motherf-ckers give me dap and love
when i walk up in the club they like what’s up?
when i go, give a pound, gotta big crowd all around
spit a flow, do a round, and you know it’s going down
no doubt, now what the h-ll you talking about?
heavy in a chevy i’m burning up the pirelli’s
come out and show me what you all about
battle at the cemetery where the motherf-ckers get buried, b-tch

[hook]

dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
set it to flames, and let it rot (why’s that, huh?)
now pick up the pieces, what do you got?

i be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas, go!

[verse 3]

never thought i’d be here, never thought i’d see clear
let me hear that bullsh-t, spit it in my ear, one time-one time
and it be so hard, so hard but no complaining
maintaining the wake and bake, what you believe in is fake
i’m a 5’11, 155 pound heavyweight
vanilla silverback gorilla ape on this mixtape
i’ll battle anywhere
and beat the sh-t out of you in front of your daughter, ej-cul-te on her teddy bear
you wanna bring the drama?
you’re better off snapping a photo of a yeti sodomizing a chupacabra
i’m a boss, yes
and i live my life like the numbers 2 and 3 in spanish cause i dos tres (don’t stress)
i be on 71st continental in a rental
puffing governmental, playing heavy metal
plain to see i’m doing my thang b
gang be q-crew and i’m the man g

[hook]

dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?)
painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?)
set it to flames, and let it rot (why’s that, huh?)
now pick up the pieces, what do you got?

i be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas
be like, woah, woah, burnin’ up the canvas, go!



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