Fuck My Opponent Remix Lyrics - Singles - Prezidential Candidates

[Verse 1: Prez] 

Okay 

I got a minute to real quickly say fuck my opponent 

Fuck my competetion and fuck you if you know 'em 

If you ride for my opponent you can get straight fucked 

Since you played the wrong cards I'mma say "fuck luck" 

I throw fists at paparazzi like "why they watchin' me?" 

Throw fists at people grabbin' my money like Monopoly 

Throw your stacks in the air, shoot your rubber bands at 'em 

Get powdered like erasers in the hallway when I clap 'em 

And fuck the record labels too 

Basically my competition in this bitch fuck you 

Ain't mean to be so negative but how the fuck I ain't signed? 

Like Magic Johnson thankin' God, "How the fuck I ain't died?" 

I come equipped with these components, I'm paying my atonement 

And one more time, I'll scream "fuck my opponent" 

I'm on hydro, it's a plus if you grow it 

Hold your blunt in the air, and say "fuck my opponent" 

[Verse 2: Nasty Boi] 

Fuck my opponents, I'm all about that high score (high score) 

Leave your blood drawn, like a heroin whore 

Got your head spinnin' 'round like a revolving door 

Left speaker, right speaker, sounds make your ears sore 

Lyrical gore, on the third floor down to the bottom floor 

Make them boys leave their fate, no offshore 

So quick, so fast, can't see me anymore 

Leave you behind like a prisoner of war, for sure 

Call in the corps, I'm an artist with rapport 

Giving information like Colbert Report, four in the morn 

We still up sneakin' through the back like a cold sore 

Look at our decor, leave you sore to the core 

Givin' it twice, just as nice, more than once, feelin' right 

Takin' it back, we goin' so long, she like to deepthroat, havin' it tight 

We jaw-bustin' suckas, song molesters, make you laugh like jesters 

Make you sequester your whole career, we the next two chapters 

Ya'll HIV, we be creatine 

Ya'll dyin' slow, we make the crowd scream 

High beamin' make you blind like three blind mice 

Workin' in the studio, gotta make they mind right 

Look at the future it's the Prezidential Candidates 

They fate relates to the grade A taste we create 

He who hesitates make themselves like bait 

Roll 'em up, make a joint smokin' hot like Kuwait