Lyrics

The brutal styles and relentless wordplay you have Experienced in this manifesto Will forever be imprinted into your psyche His words will live in the back of your head Like a fuckin parasite Its time to meet da menace, a criminal defendant Cuz wen this track is finished ima need a life sentence Dabblin in vengeance, i've had it with pretendin Now ima need a pension and a palace that's tremendous Don't try and mend this, i think he gone gonzo Gimme a tank and a cheeky freak blonde hoe Hard to speak with my dick up in her tonsil When i'm gone she gone need some palo santo Deflecting bullets like i'm made of titanium Hit ya damn cranium, knock ya out da stadium Swollen eyes like he hittin a serrated blunt Number one hated one, nuclear uranium Awfully blunted got a bone to pick with life itself So far gone i feel like hangin myself I think it's aimless to help, it's like i'm under a spell Tha underground overlord, come n take em to hell Ignoring the fakes, yall got horrible taste My pockets so fat they gettin orbital traits Dis playa raising the stakes, he burnin faces like mace And sending jaws into space Yo, i keep my shit laced When i come around bitches turn around Dey hear da sound n they look me up n down When it come to da fellas, i don't know what to tell ya So all i'm gonna say is that i don't fuck around Ya keep runnin dat mouth, that's anotha round Pound fo' pound, ima puttem in da ground Ya comin with dat fuck shit, i'm blowin up the function Got nothin else to say bitch, i don't fuck around Never believe da malevolent force rippin the head off a Corpse I told em not to press me, its a dangerous sport I'm full of rage of a sort, because i hate you of course Too many birds a flockin like i'm fuckin Fishermans Wharf Ayo enough with the pitch, i got somethin to itch And dis Cialis means i'll fuck it if it look like a bitch I' m slashin both of ya wrists, come back n open the stitch I never miss, comin atcha with da wickedest fist Its the one you can't run from My style so dumb dumb, collecting a lump sum Plat Steerin the chariot, citizens staring He known as the scariest cat A mack fo' a fact, you ain't ready fo' dat He windin it back just to tackle a rat And all that remains is the mangled remains of yo cap I'm takin yo brain never givin it back Lil bitch When i come around bitches turn around Dey hear da sound n they look me up n down When it come to da fellas, i don't know what to tell ya So all i'm gonna say is that i don't fuck around Ya keep runnin dat mouth, that's anotha round Pound fo' pound, ima puttem in da ground Ya comin with dat fuck shit, i'm blowin up the function Got nothin else to say bitch, i don't fuck around
Writer(s): Tanner Petulla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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