Feenix Bipolar - Charlamagne Tha God Lyrics

Label me a shit talking trouble maker...I call it honesty
I don't it so you niggas acknowledge me
Being honest is modesty
And I hate when people tell me you gotta be
More polite, shit it's fake, I don't wanna be
I don't need your blessing If I the feel the need to say your music is trash
Your rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up in command
I tell it like it fucking is when I'm telling it
Like my Uncle does when he gets the latest developments
From the media and tells it to me when I go to see him at times
All like The world's going out of it's mind
Feenix did you know that Bruce Jenner isn't Bruce Jenner no more
Remember Dr. Phils show? The little red headed whore
Who hollered CASH ME OUTSIDE, MOTHER, HOW BOUT DAT?
I didn't know the little fucker could rap
She's really not that bad
I went ahead and purchased Apple music
Then I remembered I don't even fucking know how to use it
Fucked around and left it open trying to write in my notes
And accidently hit Chanel West Coast (Aw fuck)
I paid 99 cents to listen to this shit
You're better than this bitch
No none of this makes sense
Shit I'd rather join the clan and rally with Mike Pence
She's famous. THAT'S Ridiculousness
 
Now I know that I can make some people mad when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna switch the style up
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the fucking mouth
Like I'm 
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
I wouldn't be surprised if Drake sent a bottle my way, I do this shit all day, but I ain't
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
 
Yep. You'll be annoyed when I finish
Like I am when I hear Cardi B talk for two minutes
Just kidding one minute, I'm kidding, like 5 seconds
Ya'll think I give a shit about people who make records?!
And break records?! They're telling ME that I make HATE records
I'm happy if I pull off a minimum grade record
All my fans are playing Xbox blasting the Timmy Turner track
Talking like: I love him, I'm hoping he makes another track
Feenix Bipolar's the master of all rhymes
That's fine, keep talking and shoot at the same time
All this talking and you don't even notice the landmines
It's just me and you left and we're shooting at five guys
Four guys. I just took out the sniper to my right
Man This is a tough fight, we're in for a long night
Billy come on down stairs, baby, time for dinner
You a kid??
Bye. Fuck you nigger
I ain't really for the sensitive people, they're often calling me evil
I laugh at em while I'm dancing to black beatles
And I don't care about your race, skinny or fat neither
You come for me I'm coming back at you with mad ether
I do this shit for all the bad kids and all of the mad kids
Who sit in math class writing various adlibs
To say at crunchtime when it's lunchtime
Who ain't afraid to holler suck a dick for the one time
Who frowns at Taylor Swift posters everytime they're passing it
And tears the shit down and wipes and their goddamn ass with it
And nobody after this is gonna come close to the Feenix
Got the generation on my penis
And you'd better believe this is the anthem for the savage recruits
I'm plotting right now, taking a deuce
I'm here to give you the truth
And leave you fuckers on the edge of your seats
Like the Presidents tweets
 
Now I know that I can make some people mad when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna switch the style up Like I'm CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD! Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the Fucking mouth like I'm 
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
I wouldn't be surprised if Drake sent a bottle my way, I do this shit all day, but I ain't
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
 
Ya'll really think I care about all the people I piss off?
Ya'll should call me little duval, I'm dropping dick off
I'm fucking up everybody and I'm talking anybody
Who thinks of approaching me with complaining at any party
You fuckers only care bout an image, where's the lyrics
The spirit of Chris Wallace just sent me to commandeer this
Washed up version that they're calling new hip hop
Ain't gon be no love and hip hop when my shit drops
Shonda Rimes couldn't PAY me for that half ass actin
It's like a Tyler Perry movie, nobody's laughing.
Just promotion of fashions and a fraud ass lifestyle
To be honest man this shit is a freestyle
I thought I need a third verse to make this shit strong
But I might've been wrong, this tracks too damn long
Cause don't nobody listen to the lyricism no more
You play too much Jay-Z, and watch the kids get bored
You need a dance track to get em all hooked at first.
So when they turn your album on you gotta murder the verse
That you spit first
And then from there: you carry it out
It doesn't matter what you say next, they're hearing you now
Say it how you wanna say it, fuck the sensitive beef
Millionaire rappers acting like they're still in the streets
But I ain't here to give you fuckers some provocative speech
Twitter taught me never go Tyrese
 
Now I know that I can make some people mad when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna switch the style up
Cuz I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the fucking mouth like I'm 
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
I wouldn't be surprised if Drake sent a bottle my way, I do this shit all day, but I ain't
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD

Label me a shit talking trouble maker...I call it honesty
I don't it so you niggas acknowledge me
Being honest is modesty
And I hate when people tell me you gotta be
More polite, shit it's fake, I don't wanna be
I don't need your blessing If I the feel the need to say your music is trash
Your rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up in command
I tell it like it fucking is when I'm telling it
Like my Uncle does when he gets the latest developments
From the media and tells it to me when I go to see him at times
All like The world's going out of it's mind
Feenix did you know that Bruce Jenner isn't Bruce Jenner no more
Remember Dr. Phils show? The little red headed whore
Who hollered CASH ME OUTSIDE, MOTHER, HOW BOUT DAT?
I didn't know the little fucker could rap
She's really not that bad
I went ahead and purchased Apple music
Then I remembered I don't even fucking know how to use it
Fucked around and left it open trying to write in my notes
And accidently hit Chanel West Coast (Aw fuck)
I paid 99 cents to listen to this shit
You're better than this bitch
No none of this makes sense
Shit I'd rather join the clan and rally with Mike Pence
She's famous. THAT'S Ridiculousness
 
Now I know that I can make some people mad when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna switch the style up
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the fucking mouth
Like I'm 
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
I wouldn't be surprised if Drake sent a bottle my way, I do this shit all day, but I ain't
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
 
Yep. You'll be annoyed when I finish
Like I am when I hear Cardi B talk for two minutes
Just kidding one minute, I'm kidding, like 5 seconds
Ya'll think I give a shit about people who make records?!
And break records?! They're telling ME that I make HATE records
I'm happy if I pull off a minimum grade record
All my fans are playing Xbox blasting the Timmy Turner track
Talking like: I love him, I'm hoping he makes another track
Feenix Bipolar's the master of all rhymes
That's fine, keep talking and shoot at the same time
All this talking and you don't even notice the landmines
It's just me and you left and we're shooting at five guys
Four guys. I just took out the sniper to my right
Man This is a tough fight, we're in for a long night
Billy come on down stairs, baby, time for dinner
You a kid??
Bye. Fuck you nigger
I ain't really for the sensitive people, they're often calling me evil
I laugh at em while I'm dancing to black beatles
And I don't care about your race, skinny or fat neither
You come for me I'm coming back at you with mad ether
I do this shit for all the bad kids and all of the mad kids
Who sit in math class writing various adlibs
To say at crunchtime when it's lunchtime
Who ain't afraid to holler suck a dick for the one time
Who frowns at Taylor Swift posters everytime they're passing it
And tears the shit down and wipes and their goddamn ass with it
And nobody after this is gonna come close to the Feenix
Got the generation on my penis
And you'd better believe this is the anthem for the savage recruits
I'm plotting right now, taking a deuce
I'm here to give you the truth
And leave you fuckers on the edge of your seats
Like the Presidents tweets
 
Now I know that I can make some people mad when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna switch the style up Like I'm CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD! Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the Fucking mouth like I'm 
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
I wouldn't be surprised if Drake sent a bottle my way, I do this shit all day, but I ain't
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
 
Ya'll really think I care about all the people I piss off?
Ya'll should call me little duval, I'm dropping dick off
I'm fucking up everybody and I'm talking anybody
Who thinks of approaching me with complaining at any party
You fuckers only care bout an image, where's the lyrics
The spirit of Chris Wallace just sent me to commandeer this
Washed up version that they're calling new hip hop
Ain't gon be no love and hip hop when my shit drops
Shonda Rimes couldn't PAY me for that half ass actin
It's like a Tyler Perry movie, nobody's laughing.
Just promotion of fashions and a fraud ass lifestyle
To be honest man this shit is a freestyle
I thought I need a third verse to make this shit strong
But I might've been wrong, this tracks too damn long
Cause don't nobody listen to the lyricism no more
You play too much Jay-Z, and watch the kids get bored
You need a dance track to get em all hooked at first.
So when they turn your album on you gotta murder the verse
That you spit first
And then from there: you carry it out
It doesn't matter what you say next, they're hearing you now
Say it how you wanna say it, fuck the sensitive beef
Millionaire rappers acting like they're still in the streets
But I ain't here to give you fuckers some provocative speech
Twitter taught me never go Tyrese
 
Now I know that I can make some people mad when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna switch the style up
Cuz I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the fucking mouth like I'm 
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD
I wouldn't be surprised if Drake sent a bottle my way, I do this shit all day, but I ain't
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD