Video de I Don't Fuck Around

[Verse 1: Mads Veslelia]
Yeah, what’chu know about the M, what’chu know about the V
As I roll through the streets like a G
It’s a Opel, but I just drove with the windows open
, no token
So it’s dirty, looking like a ATV
Bumping Slim Shady, LP
Not a USB, got the real CD
Motherfucker gotcha papa stop and staring at me
I ain’t catching no speed, I ain’t catching no chick
,
but I just bought me some green.. Monster Energy
See? Thought I was going to say weed? I ain’t doing that, but please feel free, roll and smoke around me
Cause I’m catching my buzz of that double dose of caffeine
May seem like I’m going crazy, but all I do is roll around, or stay inside my room daily
But don’t you worry 'bout it baby, this is hiphop, bitch what
Rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross
[Hook: Mads Veslelia]
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don’t fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don’t fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don’t fuck around)
But I’m gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don’t fuck around)
[Verse 2: Mads Veslelia]
Yeah, I’m still at it, like woah
I keep on pushing, and abusing every line that I throw
Into a rap record, ass wrecker, mad chicken
Past checker, that’s second, I get a rash
Yo’ raggity ass, better be glassed, never be tapped, making me laugh
Every dash of gas that I smashed up into my tank fast
Just to bone, now won’t even loan
You a few bucks for the bus
Fuck out my zone
Guess you gotta go suck another trucker or so
Yeah, fall in love with a motherfucker, you hoe
Back on my own, got a new address on my phone
Tryna find her house, cause we 'bout to ride to this song, oh
Cause I was brought up, on

Yela and Slim
Rittz and Pac, Tech N9ne, not to mention Hopsin
So now they got a viking tryna spit like them
Tryna provide a style of rhymes combined with the kings and him
I’ma prince
[Hook: Mads Veslelia]
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don’t fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don’t fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don’t fuck around)
But I’m gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don’t fuck around)
[Verse 3: Mads Veslelia]
If you look at my status
The saddest rapper
A savage, the planet added a sadist
There’s so much static in attic
I gotta balance my baggage
And I’ma shatter these rappers
Because I had it with maggots
They tryna brag like the baddest
But I got the pad with the fattest
I got the rap with the maddest, madness
The manic panic is tragic, but magic to classics
And I pour acid on plastics
Harassing these faggots, sporadic
Who happs to be catching a habit
Of not practice
And nah, I ain’t sarcastic
I ain’t no bastard
When I say suck gas, and then swallow a matchstick
Tryna follow Apollo 11 to heaven
Forgetting your level ain’t fettle, better settle
No pedal to metal, you battle a rebel with a medal from devil
A letter, telling me to boil every g-boy in a kettle
It’s the truth that I’m rapping
Just a dude with no platinum
Third verse, hat-trick, I’m still at it and laughing (haha)
[Hook: Mads Veslelia]
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don’t fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don’t fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don’t fuck around)
But I’m gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don’t fuck around)
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don’t fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don’t fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don’t fuck around)
But I’m gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don’t fuck around)
One more time!