Lyrics Ugly - DJ Eclipse, Ugly Heroes

Ugly

So what I’m mellow
Yeah, my name is Pill
I think I’m proud to say I got the music paying bills
It ain’t a major deal yet but it ain’t minor shit
Got the industry by the throat with an iron grip
From an iron fist, blame my environment
I’m from the middle west where those spider’s live
Got all these swag rappers cooking motherfucker I’m the Iron Chef
You sheep only got one day as a lion left
And if you little girls decide to go to war
Be warned I’m calling Casey Anthony go get the fucking chloroform
About to fuck the game up like Leroy
Don’t think I’m busting come and see me out in Detroit
And bitch I rap sweet
Passed out in the back seat of a black Jeep
Singing Mayer Hawthorne and Black Sheep
Don’t gotta prove shit
Calling me a «new kid»
Been doing this before music was Youtube hits
At minimum effort we looking effortless
After we getting records with sentences
Represent from The Message up to Kendrick’s shit
Gotta represent but with raps and a bit of a deficit
Etiquette put aside there’s no classes so it’s better
Just mass appeal records
Pass the barely minimum trash
Take 'em task, merit measured in cash
Not from a pretty place and not a pretty boy
You don’t gotta love me
Fuck it I’m living ugly
«Ugly heroes»
«Ugly as ever»
I’m a warrior
I’ma I’ma warrior homie
You can get crushed in my palm like an Oreo homie
Spit flame on the
New shit, you bit a little Atari I’m only the best
Hold me back man
I’m an Ugly Hero
Last thing you wanna see is a lonely Batman
So shut your mouth
Don’t say shit
Get choked out with a Livestrong bracelet
I’m in the place with wordplay and character
You don’t care if people notice you’re playing a character
A bad dude/Badu like Erykah
Shut up
Before I’m real careless on Ferris Wheel at Great America
What?
I’ll knock your Wheaties bowl off of the table
Lift you up and literally throw you off of your label
You a wrap from beginning now the ending is imminent
That isn’t independent of the feminine member you’ve been involved with
Your hype man hold your balls in his hands tight
Slap a smart alec/Alec like Baldwin
Tight ass pants and colorful shirts
In Living Color’s men on film admire your work
I hated it
The way you spit is embarrassing kid
You’ll stink in the lab like asparagus piss
Uh
The fellow shit
You better hit
Y’all sensitive like Helen Keller’s tits