Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fukkit
Vocals
Dutchman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Pires
Lyrics
Jackson Wilder
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dutchman
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, wait, hold up, hold up, hold up
There's like a droning noise comin' out of my headphones, man
Oh, that's the beat, that's the actual beat?
(Is this guy actually gonna rap on this?)
Alright, man, shit, I had no idea
Uh, yeah, lemme try this
Uh, yeah, yeah, 'kay, uh, oh yeah, uh
(Overkill)
(Kill-tacular)
(Kill-trocity)
(Kilimanjaro)
(Kill)
[Verse 2]
Kill you where you standing
I don't think you understand it
I can't stand you, not gon' take that sittin' down
Okay I'll slam 'em
Body drop like drownin' pool
He seventeen, boy, stay in school
Ain't gon' make me lose my cool
That fan gon' blow right out the blue
I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
Oh, but he ain't coming back
So don't be waitin' for that sequel
Your bones is gettin' broken
Like that ex that made you single
I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear-view
I don't care 'bout if this feed you watch me
Blade the key like Riku
I'm soarin' past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover
Call your people, get your brother
I'm aimin' at your mother
If he think he slick as butter
Can't believe he grabbed your cousin
While they dreamin' under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse
Still gonna beat the buzzer
They never shoulda let me out
The cage I been in lyin' down
Exposin' all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
[Verse 3]
Coulda been this way before
But chose to be this way right now
Coulda been on top before
But too lazy to go and take trash out
Yeah, 1K
Keep that shit 1K
Ball hard like 2K
Get yo face out my space
Erase everything you make real quick, huh
Black hole yo shit, uh-huh
Attract yo bitch, she pull close, get sucked in, uh-huh
Damn that TwitPic, uh-huh
She follow dick, uh-huh
Slip and slide her DM, slip inside her, she get wet, uh-huh
[Verse 4]
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like Tech N9ne, divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like it's triple X
I triple up your debt
Now he doubtin' if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah-wah
'Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check
That's pointed at yo chest
What you want with me?
****, what you want with me?
This a Kodak moment, 'cause we in here smokin' broccoli
[Verse 5]
(Viktor Reznov)
(My friend)
[Verse 6]
Flash bang, white screen, no field of vision
Can't see what you can't hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust
I keep that thing tucked, it's Fukkit cannot let you up
[Verse 7]
Flash bang, white screen, no field of vision
Can't see what you can't hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust
I keep that thing tucked, it's Fukkit cannot let you up
[Verse 8]
Exactly, fuck outta here
Written by: Alexander Pires, Jackson Wilder