ARSENAL (I SMELL BITCH) [feat. Denzel Curry] - Mike Dimes

Where to begin? They call me Tropical Storm Jim Here's your really local forecast, there's a warm front moving in Pin drop, yeah, you heard it when I moonwalked in the room While around the water cooler at the Legion of Doom They're shouting, "Why's the new guy with the sweet moves talking that smack?" Well, I'm the kinda crazy made from the shit of a bat I swing like hell but know full well that I won't win the fight But big man, I'm the beta male that's gonna ruin your night My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to What? Who me? Who am I? Well I'm just awesome Like watching someone else getting kicked in the balls and DJ's hit pause when I waltz in, my thoughts entrail crowds for hours And it would come as no surprise if I had magical powers Poof! Army beers, cheers! Here's to blood sweat and Tears for Fears Yes, I get stupid like a baby with pierced ears So drop me like those panties drop when I drop knowledge Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them disco babies wet! Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer) Got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (nah) Drop a song and your status went nada (nah) In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah) I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens Homie outside with Alicia, Keys I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah) Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang) I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen All the moles 'bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion" No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin' It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God) So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I'm ready Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin' They just do it like they beefin' with the dealers, uh (yeah) Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music Ain't nobody have belief it (yeah) Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin' (tweakin') I got money to help all my reasons (yeah) I got shorties from all major regions I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on) Different Money I'm countin' on shorties I'm poundin' on I know them niggas is pissed I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone Then I'ma double again Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in Niggas lose vision all over the pussy Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin Witness, everyone say that I'm up I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a fuck I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level