Not That Guy

[Intro: Illtemper]
Yo yo yo! Yo yo yo yo! Illtemper! King Gordy!
Even Heathens! I am not that guy!
Bizi Beats!

[Verse 1: Illtemper]
Got a human shredder and I'm soon to crank wheels
Sellin' Dahmers at gay bars, some ruthless fag deal
Torture on camera, no props, dude, the shank's real
Fishing pole down your throat, add it to the gag reel
Maggots in the bag, meal of champions
Diner scarper dart for door then steal the candy bins
Sleepwalk, eat hearts, cornfields and Ambiens
Scatter ashes in the Gambians, I love to feel the ambience
Human consumption is human consumption, stubborn and stupid, usin' music to function
Move through my dungeon (I'm stayin' here), now I got infected, mucus and fungus
Sex slaves in dead phase, they blue stiffs, been fuckin' (Ooh)
Barefooted hobo lookin' shoeless with bunions
So many holes in clothes think I'm a nudist or somethin' (A fuckin' scrub, bruh)
Excessive, aggressive, have toothaches from brushin'
Ron out here accumulatin' new friends to punch them

[Chorus: Illtemper]
I'm not that guy! You don't wanna fuck with
Ask your mom, "do we still have them crutches?"
I'm not that guy! You don't wanna fuck with
End up in a lake wrapped in a rug, bitch

[Post-Chorus: Illtemper]
Guess who just copped a shotgun (Shotgun)
Guess who knows where's your mom's from (Mom's from)
Guess who makes drugs that are not fun
Rape your godson in your pops' blood 'til my cock cums

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
I'm smokin' Bay Area all in your face squarin' up
Your bitch is tearing up, fearing I'm about to tear shit up
Barely drunk, smellin' like a hairy skunk wearing buffs
Preparing to do daring stunts, this Mary is some heavy stuff
Cherish us, we the violence you see in the movies
We kill groupies that's in Gucci and Louis
We are designer finders, in Balenciaga we will stalk ya
You in Prada, killing fathers and knocking daughters the fuck out (Uh uh!)
Now what the fuck is this about? We Even Heathens, baby, we crazy, nah, this ain't for clout
See, we are mad men, you just fuckin' has-beens
Being dragged in a dark cabin, you're gaggin', askin'
If you can have your little life spared
I'm lightyears ahead but I'm in your nightmares
It all starts off with a couple mean stares
Now you one of them fuckin' people under the stairs
Motherfucker!

[Chorus: Illtemper]
I'm not that guy! You don't wanna fuck with
Ask your mom, "do we still have them crutches?"
I'm not that guy! You don't wanna fuck with
End up in a lake wrapped in a rug, bitch

[Post-Chorus: Illtemper]
Guess who just copped a shotgun (Shotgun)
Guess who knows where's your mom's from (Mom's from)
Guess who makes drugs that are not fun
Rape your godson in your pops' blood 'til my cock cums