Kendrick Lamar You Dont Know This song lyrics

Hallelujah, K. Dot'll do ya

Quicker than a porno star, jump on my dick y'all

And get fucked by the millisecond

Duck when I pull the weapon from out of my mouth (Buh!)

Shots at you like a sawed-off

Aiming for your grill like I'm Paul Wall

Then peal 'til I not y'all

My cerebral cortex is like a war vet

Sharing war stories with the deceased, I'm brain dead

Straight bananas, I never gave a fuck

'Bout anything but my momma, my daddy, siblings, and grandma

And if you neither one of them, then I gotta answer

Every question with a bullet hole in my hammer

Like VH1, that's far beyond your comprehension

Like a deaf person showing up to court for a hearing

Who they fearing? K. Dot

Tickle the nipples of women

Make your bitch grab her crotch when she hear my shit, bitch!

K. Dot got the unorthodox flow

On fire, make a rapper burn his soul

Murder for hire, acquire s for funerals

Numero uno, city in my rearview

Compton on my back like the titties of my masseuse

Pity, here you fool who?

Go against me, I rebuke thee

And wake thee up, six in the morning

With the pump, punks jump up to get beat down

Jump shot, coroners catch them on the rebound

Pans, pots, plates, bowls

I'm in your kitchen eating your stove

I'm hungry and hibernated

I'm cold as Miles Davis

I load up then I aim it

No judgment for the plaintiff

It only gets more heinous, nigga I'm brainless

Like a blind bitch who don't suck dick

Dinosaur manure, big shit

Smell me or die quick, fucka!

I can stand in a pool of gasoline lighting a blunt and never catch on fire

(How come?) Silly motherfucker, I'm fire

Smack the devil over the cheek, gave him a third degree burn

Iced it down when he was asleep, and said you'll be okay

A lot of rappers are desperate to be a star by the day

They hydroplaning, hoping that they get their big break

I'm just saying, I feel I'm the one

Like a magician with a stick inside his hand, or the name of a mexican

I gets ignorant with ya

Snap me a picture, bitch, I'm famous

I came in this world nuts in my palm and drinking Paul Masson

In a stolen Cavalier like I took LeBron

Locked him in a basement and amputated his shooting arm

(Psss) Now that's a stretch Ab-Soul

Like a fifty mile strip when I'm pimping these hoes

Call me Dolomite, nope I take that back

Found out he gay as a happy day or the way that you rap

Eeeeeeeee!

(K. Dot got the unorthodox flow

On fire, make a rapper burn his soul

Murder for hire, acquire s for funerals)