Bulls
I’m kicking it sicker than most of ‘em
Thinking I’m making it bigger than Michael Jackson
Kicking it up in my swamp, turtle man, live action
I’m bringing it up to the top, rocking the spot
You better watch yourself when you walk on my block
Get ready to tumble like domino dots
I’m pumping a venomous set
You’re something I’m set to forget
If somebody wants to come rumble with this
Then I’m telling you be my guest
I’m repping that Arkham asylum
Come from a continent, country and island
Watch what you’re saying you might be surprised
When I burn up the track like Thomas on fire

I’m sick of these idiots hating my way
When I’m better than they will all ever be

I crumble the mumbling under the thumb
But I leave them all burning in effigy
I’m taking it down, there’s no option
But you know that I’m keeping it hot
I’m like a rocket and I can go on I’m not Rick Scott
But it’s not because a fan’s chilling under the podium
It’s because all of my fans keep me rocking the shows I’m in
I’m a king of the hill, so, uh, what’s the deal?
You just over the top, just like Dr. Phil profit build
I’ve copped a lot but rock the shop like I’m an earthquake
The dictionary’s ‘come my bible so for words sake
I’m not a stop and start like dodgey clutching in a manual
I’m here to stop the charge of haters running into battle
I feel I’ve got to have at least a little fun without the
Usual consequences that coming with being off the handle
I’m hard to handle, like I was a broken teapot
But screw a handle, it’s me when the damn CD drop
I’m in the boot camp for bad ass 101
Screw the humans, I’m a bull when the writings done