Cassidy - Microphone Fiend lyrics

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I serve Fiends, Before I became a man

But sellin cocaine wasn't part of the gameplan

I was rappin on stages before you cats was originated,

Before autotune and that bullcrap was created

When I grabbed the mic and tried to spit my rhymes

They said I couldn't, they wouldn't let me get my shine

Cool... cuz I aint get upset,

I lit a dutch, found a chicken to fuck and I left

To the hotel, she said she likes the weed she smells

And I was rollin L after L

1 after after another 1 and I rolled another 1,

To much dutchies I'm gone need another lung,

I blaze haze but I don't fiend for nicotine,

Cuz I don't smoke cigarettes, just the green

I'm blazin, lightin up the haze and don't I look asian

The bud I'm smokin is amazin

Kush sour, grandfather and the piff it'll

Have u twisted that's the reason I twist it

It'll get u twice as high if u try to mix it

Higher than your rent bill when your gettin evicted

Rhymes overflowin, imma get dough and,

I'm blessed si I guess that's why my rhymes coincide...

With my thoughts in god, I gotta thank him that he kept me alive

The invincible microphone fiend that's me

Cassidy, there's no match for me

E-F-F-E-C-T, I need my R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Cuz cass is a problem, I gotta have it

And your retarded plus your a fagget

My dj gotta microphone his name thorough

And I'm dope with the microphone like heroine

I make the bass flip, you need a fix

Gimme some soda, some ice, and a brick

I whip, wait til it cool, n cut with the razor I made ya,

If u fuckin with me you touch paper

Middle fingers up fuck haters

I keep the weapon, get assassinated when them guns up haters

See a part me people at home never seen

When I'm feinin for a microphone, imma microphone fiend

After 12, I'm worse than dracula,

Turnin pages in my rap book, I need a spatula

That's intense, I'm convinced you terrified

You see the barrel size, u gunna die or be paralized

By any means necessary, this is what has to be done

Make way cuz here cass come

My dj cut material material material material

N he'll bury u

It's a must that I crush any mic u hand to me

It's inherited, it runs in my family

I wrote the most rhymes, I wrote the most raps,

But my dad could rhyme and my mom had dope raps

Now I don't wanna have to pop off n bust a shot off

If you can't keep the stage warm, then hop off

Ladies and gentlemen, ur about to see

Me the best in the game imma bout to be

Take it to the maximum, I can't relax and um

So coca cola on ice mixed wit yak is 1

Hell of a the antidote and hella the damn smoke

You wanna roll a gram of the smoke but u can't u broke

You makin me crack up, u shouldv'e stacked up

Those who act up need to get more than clapped up

Any entertainer I got 1 in the chamber

2 take away 1 and I'm the remainder

So close your eyes and hold ur fuckin breath

And imma squezze til there's nothing fuckin left

Before you go u gunna know that you've seen

A fiend on the microphone, imma microphone fiend