Muthafucka Up

[Verse 1: Millz]
Uh, Sorry Tyga..
It's Millzy on this beat, straight defeat, yeah I'm through with it
They arrive on they feet, but hit they knees then I'm through with chicks
I knew ya chick, I do ya chick, it's so typical
Like there's no ground below man I'm never gon' fail
I mean fall, ball like Jeremy Lin
Bitch I'm insane, all throughout not just my membrane
Spit a lot you see my phlegm change
I'm nasty, no Nancy Drew, I'm a genius i'll fancy you
With lyrics that make scholars think that I am the man at schools
I don't attend to, these rappers is just gym dudes
They sweat me, don't let me get out my bed cause I will squash dudes, ahh!
"Mr.Sosa calm down, I know you're going through some things that seem a lot now
But honestly you're sick, these half wits ain't got shit, on you, sir
They can't see you: blur
So get back on this song, drop some dopage I could bump & please oh please.."
(CRANK THIS MOTHERFUCKER UP)

[Verse 2: Millz]
Pi-pi-pi-Pilot Posse, flyest posse
Got some shawtys, hot as Rocsi
All these mothafuckas claiming they could stop me, do it!
Like Alicia Stacey Brittany Murphy, you're not girls your breasts aren't perky
But I am very sure you motherfuckers Clueless
Nigga I'm my favorite rapper, snapper, on the beat
These niggas Snapple when they speak, that's shit is sweet
But rappers nowadays is fruity
So listen when I'm spitting I'm out this world I'm out yo' vision
And my lyrics make a nigga say my tunes is so looney

[Verse 3: Millz]
I'm creative, I'm sedated by the fame and all these haters
Who don't wanna see me make it, Cause I'm a rapist on these beats
Bi-Bi-Big Ben ho, tell yo friend friends & foes
That when I get in the game that's the en-end ho
She blow like Nitendo, 64
To see me blow up in her face like they showing clips of war on TV
To some it's a disgrace but like Em say man they're all just weenies
Well, weenies in beanies

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Millz]
I'm a killer ain't no realer, fire spitter, dope dealer
Beat killer, in this villa, that we call the rap game
No masturbation here but I'm feeling myself
Dudes begging for a feature cuzz they really need help
I mean i've only been rapping for a year or so, give or take
Now I'm great, & all your girlfriend blaring so
Hop up off my dicky, & let your girlfriend licky, then dippy
Cause it's M.O.B I'm 'bout my cheese like Mickey, I'm icky
I'm raw like no rubber on my stiffy
Give me a beat & it's dead for certain no iffy
Be done quick then back to your girl in a jiffy
And while she on my dicky, her friends stay on the balls like Jimmy..
Rollins, I'm a pilot I rocks bitches well: collins
I am the sickest nigga, not considered sickest nigga
They just do not get the picture, or the picture of the picture that I see
Please just listen to me

(Acapella) [Verse 5: Millz]
Uh, I'm such a beast, no one competes
I'm at a level I can't see, Ron Jeremy can't fuck with me
And luckily I'm sexy so I'm chillin' with a hotty, gorgeus face decent body
& she say she rep the posse, so she twist it up & throw it
Like a poet, I got lyrics, but fairness is what my fear is
Been fucking 'round with depression, I know it's shocking to hear this
For some who think I'm the man, or some who think I am fearless
They don't know that this stress has been blurring up all my mirrors
Cause my eyes is teary, & my mind is weary
But when my lyrics resort to violence, it's fucking scary
So I smoke weed like I got cancer
As I search for their questions, they wait for my answers
I'm meerly a kid with outlandish expectations
But it's crazy as I do good it only brings on hating
These niggas test my patience, they tryna make me a patient
It's fucked up, it's racist, since I'm black I'm just another rapper
But fuck it & if you listen to this and hate, you're just another actor
You're faking, you know it, your acting's getting sloppy
Cause everybody knows it's Pilot Posse who gon stop me?
NOBODY