Handy Man
Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker
I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her
Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution
She's my problem solver, always got a solution
Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed
Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead
Me and her have intercourse, love to bust
A wonderful relationship, filled with trust
I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut
Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up
Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds
Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds
Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline
Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine
Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate
The real from the fake, hope you can relate
Backstabbing fools, smile in your face
That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist
Mess around, make me catch a big case
Gotta' get away, try and make some space
Hopping on planes, to get away from lames
'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game
Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life
They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife
They done made me mad, go grab my tools
For my craft, time to put work on these fools
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