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Prodigy
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The Alchemist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
IMDKV Queens massacre
The Infamous Mobb Depp King Vulture Rapper
What **** gon' do when you see me off camera?
**** strip who? I'll beat you till you lavender
You banned from the functions and concerts, cancelled, son
Void that, you can't cash that, stop frontin'
[Verse 2]
You ain't never see me in the street while we was beefin'
Talkin' 'bout I white flagged you and said it's all peace
When you know damn well it's apocalypse season
Get your back radiated next time you try to flee
From this punishment you got comin', don't resist
You only gon' make it worse, stand the fuck still, bitch
[Verse 3]
You screamin', see, motherfucker, you screamin'
Now I'ma have to stop that
Hand me the nail hammer and the baseball bat
I'ma bust his mouth open, he tryin' to attract
The attention of them people
IMDKV, I'm evil
Straight black devil
[Verse 4]
When it call for it, kidnap the pussy for torture, I'm all for it
What, you thought I was angel cake?
You **** is hella soft, you just baby food beef
I'm dog food dope, keep your lady on a leash
When I'm outside movin' through the world like I own this bitch
With my hoodie on, black king cobra shit
[Verse 5]
Queens ****, get the money and I stay fresh
Pocket full of dough, tippin' hunnids to the waitress
Smokin' like exotic car tailpipes
Hopin' one of y'all **** would get right
Go on, pop your gun, and cut to the chase
Pussy **** step up front, I'm cuttin' up his face
On some brutal crime shit, get your eyeball sliced
Ugh, disgusting shit, I will fuck up your life
[Verse 6]
IMDKV Queens massacre
The Infamous Mobb Depp King Vulture Rapper
What a **** gon' do when you see me off camera?
**** strip who? I'll beat you till you lavender
You banned from the functions and concerts, cancel, son
And rain on your parade, you silly ass ****
[Verse 7]
Jerky motherfucker, this is not a prank, ****
I'm a felon, parolee, I still smoke rollies
You ain't gotta find Jesus, I'll leave you holy
They ain't gotta find God, I'll baptize your homies
Then crack another Patrón and toast memories
I'm top of New York, bad man, nothing nice
Bitch, king me, top me off like a dirty Sprite
Yo, too much of my life'll get you fucked up
Way more than that LQ and blunt done
They rated me Triple X, I'm so vulgar
I start finger-fuckin' that MAC, it's all over
Written by: Albert Johnson