MF Oblivion - Pip Boy Lyrics

I'm so f*cking sick
Of all this stupid shit
Catch a Ruger to the lip
Metal jackets tearing through ya bitch
Runnin with the triple six
Written on my kicks
Crack ya f*ckin jaw then
Keep your teeth for sentiment
Catch these fists
To your ribs
Make you pray to a god

That don't exist
I'm f*cking pissed
Put you in the dirt
You won't be missed

Avoided all the subtle hints
Rebuttals spent
On all those stupid f*ckin arguments

I'm Evil Clark Kent with a mac 10
Spraying lead and sending these phony motha f*ckas to heaven
I'm not one you wanna reckon wit
My best suggestion is for you to jump the ship

You're just a f*ckin bitch
Wasting time on little shit
Get the f*ck off of my dick
You a simp
Blinded by a false sense of entitlement
Yet remain in a state of idleness
Time to end all of this
Time to check my f*ckin pip and grab my stick
And hit a lick of acid from the grip
Blew a hole in the sky and watched an Angel fall and die
Because they missed a landing in which they could never stick
Isn't that some shit...

Think it's time to check my motha f*ckin pip

I think it's time I check my pip-boy
Radar keeps sensing all of these decoys
Think it's time to deploy
And destroy
All the weak noise
Lost your soul and gave it away as a free toy
Imma drop a bomb
And turn the streets into a void

I think it's time I check my pip-boy
Radar keeps sensing all of these decoys
Time to deploy
And destroy
All the weak noise
Lost your soul and gave it away as a free toy

Imma drop a bomb
And turn the streets into a void