Love Tap Songtext
von Bizarre

Get the fuck up
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah

Everybody, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up
Everybody, wild the fuck out
Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out
Everybody, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up, get the fuck out
Everybody, wild the fuck out
Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out
Wild the fuck out


Holy moly, no one knows me
This white chick, she says she wants to blow me
Smokin′ reefer, I'm a chiefer
Blaze enormous, brand new Wiz Khalifa
Poppin′ pills, I need to chill
I need to get a r-r-refill
Baby talk, won't even see a baby walk
Pop shit, outline her in baby chalk
I'm vicious, terrific, out of my mind
We share the same bloodline like Royce da 5′9"
Fuckin′ legend, been a goat
Poppin' pills, I′m into dope
Shady Records, used to be signed to Interscope
I'ma start hookin′ niggas from Jersey to Brooklyn, niggas
Ain't got no apron on and I′m already cookin' niggas
Man I'm out, are you a man or mouse?
Bring ′em one by one, I start airin′ 'em out (anybody)
Drugs and pills, that′s all I'm carin′ about
He cappin', I′m rappin', he snap, it's gon′ happen
A kidnappin′, he laughin', I′m clappin', you rappin′
Blowin' four pipes, fuckin′ four dykes
Been up four nights, goin' to war like Fortnite
One eye like Fetty Wap, get your belly flopped
Cooked up, beat up like Betty Crock
I ain't no sucker, I stay sucker free
I ain′t duckin′ niggas, niggas duckin' me
Drink Champs, I should go on N.O.R.E
Get fucked up and tell the whole world my story

Why they dissin′ Eminem? Why they ride with MGK?
They gon' learn today
Niggas singin′ like Monica
Who the fuck is a Jay Electronica?
Who is that? I'm tryna, tryna remember...
Oh, it′s Jarice, the guy that carried the bags
The one that used to sleep on the floor and call Denaun dad
The one that sold the tape to The Source
Let me chill, I'm gettin' off-course


Don′t tell me on your album how much you love D12
When I look at Bizarre, he don′t look like he's doing very well
*Pow-pow-pow* Just pump it up!
Next time I see your jaw I′ma lump it up (bitch)
No offense (no), straight defense
Fuck around and put your son on the remix, punk
I'm a mothafuckin′ hog
Disrespectful, I'll shoot your fuckin′ dog
Damn, you loved that dog to death
Good, you can watch it take its last breath
Joe say he clean and sober
But asked me for a Percocet last October
We was on a tour called Never Say Never
I gave you some cocaine when you was under the weather
Damn, am I talkin' too much? (Shut up)
Keep sayin' my name,
You ain′t gon′ be walkin' too much, bitch (old ass nigga)
I don′t be doin' no runnin′
I ain't gon′ say come to Detroit 'cause I know you ain't comin′, damn