What Are You Doing - Denace

I’m killing them all

I’m killing them all

I’m killing them all

I’m killing them all

Just the other day I got bit by a venomous

2 days later Chuck Norris died, call up the ambulance

Tell em' to stand by, tell em' my franchise

Is leaving them past fried, I’m living the fast life

Fuck a school, I’m doing my math right

15k this past month, 3k last night

That’s 14 more than my teachers period

Ever made in a 4 week period, period

I’m killing them softly, they said I wouldn’t amount to shit

I guess I mounted a bit, maybe a mountain and shit

Hold on, fuck, I miscounted this grip

My counselors can bounce on a dick and suck 'til their tonsils get stripped

Man, I hope they see this soon

Cause a few years from noon, I’ll be doing the moonwalk

Or better yet walking on the moon

With a fucking parakeet singing my tune

Call me a fucking therapist, what the fuck am I doing?

What are you doing?

I’m killin' 'em all

All these asses lined up

Man, I’m kickin' 'em all

All these critics gettin' mad

Man, I’m tickin' 'em off

They wanna point their finger at me

Man, I’m flickin' 'em off

I impress nothing less than a missile

Let me address this issue, Passionate, I guess I’m next to diss you

Tell Luke Skywalker you need a shirt that fits you

Rip a mic, bitch you couldn’t rip a tissue

So let me find out where the Docs admit you

And I’ll be sure to stop by with some Midol for your menstrual

«Crushing me, I think Passionate has

But I don’t like little boys like this Passionate fag»

Is it Parkinson’s or is this fag having a seizure?

I can see through this phony, I don’t need to research

I don’t need to meet him to know he’s wack as shit

Fact is, he’s mad as shit cause he tries too hard to rap and shit

And I don’t gotta try to rap a bit

There’s a slim chance that I’ll get grabbed a bit

But this fake Canibus is just a faggot prick

Who thinks he’s a rap god, but he’s a bag of shit

What are you doing?

I’m killin' 'em all

All these asses lined up

Man, I’m kickin' 'em all

All these critics gettin' mad

Man, I’m tickin' 'em off

They wanna point their finger at me

Man, I’m flickin' 'em off