fucks on zero - Mr. J. Medeiros

I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes

Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes

I’m coming around the bend with a puffed out ego

Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

I roll up on public transport

In a pair of old chucks and a dusty Jansport

And there ain’t no fucks in there for damn sure

Cus there ain’t no love for a man who don’t answer to no one

Had no luck with a pair now I’m Logan with that hands that I share

Even if you Shogun I’ma stare like step down «Get your hands in the air»

That’s a slogan ain’t to quick on the draw are ya

From the Springs when it ring when you Stall R’ya

Sure you know who this is

The most unlikely rapper in the music biz

So take that business in your personals

Cus to me it’s just personal and personal

See I was born with the curse to be adverse

So every time I add a verse it’s verse it all

I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes

Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes

I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego

Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

You can count on sheep that they ain’t know this song

So you are now sleeping on the most slept on

I’ma thousand rounds deep see my ammo this long

Thou shall not speak less your MO this strong

Though my press release is a loner with a bong

Who just repeats, «Do you know this song?»

I still left the beat with a flow you can’t form

So rest in peace with the stove left on

Now I’m up over your head like the sheep are nah

I’m up over your head like I’m Steve Jobs nah

I’m up over your head like a Hijab

Now I’m up over your head like I’m Lee Oswald

Awe shit let me see y’all solve

It gets mind blowing when you see all forms

On me, tech, religion, and politics

When you sleep we creep that’ll be your fall

I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes

Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes

I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego

Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

I am Mr. J. but I ain’t bout a comic

I ain’t bout a joker I ain’t on that star shit

I am on that comet I ain’t got no cares

Taking out the competition like outta nowhere

Stated by the profits I ain’t bout to go shares

Hating in the comment section like I’ma go there

Hating is an odd reflection of all your own fears

Just nod, respect, and get your own damn

I’ll body bag a rapper like a burka

I mean the heat from the raps is a burden

Now bow and beg to the burner

Then its bow to the head and the sternum

You don’t believe me well that’s ok

Looks deceive just ask OJ

You look at me and gasp Oh J

I can’t believe that you would act this way

I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero

With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes

Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes

I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego

Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero