[Verse 1]
Yo, it's louiedro, I'm back on that boom bap
I came to kick your ass, 'bout to fasten my bootstraps
They treatin' me like Tyler, they be chattin' like "Who Dat?"
The fool who gon' be turnin' all these cats into gou-lash
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' around
I stay chaste with the craft while I'm clutchin' the crown
If you openin' your mouth then I'm shuttin' it down
We are not the same though we both under the ground, you know?
I got an undying love for the sound
Of the old school rhythm and the drums when they pound, that shit hard
Like it overdosed on laxatives
I march with the Athanatoi, there's simply no combattin' this
I ain't your avеrage, I'm a mark above the rеst
Flamethrower spittin' off when the red button pressed
I'm unimpressed when y'all talk about cuttin' checks
Only shit I'm cuttin' when I'm bumpin' is some fuckin' necks
Show some respect, you in the presence of a better brain
Another set is what they askin' for when I exit stage
Without fail want a encore every time
Got you all hanging like a noose to my every rhyme
I pen these lines with my blood, no ink print
Every single one just like fire on some P!nk shit
You on some stink shit, some "I don't really think" shit
Think you need a enema given by my stinkfist
[Verse 2]
Chupa minha pica, I believe in no man but myself
Freezin' speakers like an Antarctic shelf
There ain't no place to hide when the damage is dealt
Make your face meet my hand like the Hamburger Help-err
You know the flow juicy like a wumpa fruit
Hot like the Wassabi crew, turn your guts to guava juice
If I feel your teeth bitin' I'ma knock 'em loose
Say your last words, count worms, 'cause I'm onta you
Louie stay droppin' fools, squash a opp then on the move
I smell blood, I'ma turn ya to piranha food
So lay your eyes upon a hematologist at work
I'm David Draiman with the diatribe, a bit disturbed
I'm flippin' words like it's burgers or a gymnast twirl
One hand on the mic, the other got its middle digit turned
It's no fucks given, do it for the love, it's a
Matter of passion, actin' a savage on these dumb rhythms
I come with it every time, no exception made
I'm already on the next level like it's Heaven's Gate
Just set the date and I'll beat you down like Craig from Stray
The pinnacle of greatness, I am just a few steps away
It's no challenger, I got the flow down and it's a
Bonafide fact I fly high with Noel Gallagher
So in summation, don't be duellin' with 'dro
Or you gon' find your whole world been inhumed in a hole
Yo, it's louiedro, I'm back on that boom bap
I came to kick your ass, 'bout to fasten my bootstraps
They treatin' me like Tyler, they be chattin' like "Who Dat?"
The fool who gon' be turnin' all these cats into gou-lash
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' around
I stay chaste with the craft while I'm clutchin' the crown
If you openin' your mouth then I'm shuttin' it down
We are not the same though we both under the ground, you know?
I got an undying love for the sound
Of the old school rhythm and the drums when they pound, that shit hard
Like it overdosed on laxatives
I march with the Athanatoi, there's simply no combattin' this
I ain't your avеrage, I'm a mark above the rеst
Flamethrower spittin' off when the red button pressed
I'm unimpressed when y'all talk about cuttin' checks
Only shit I'm cuttin' when I'm bumpin' is some fuckin' necks
Show some respect, you in the presence of a better brain
Another set is what they askin' for when I exit stage
Without fail want a encore every time
Got you all hanging like a noose to my every rhyme
I pen these lines with my blood, no ink print
Every single one just like fire on some P!nk shit
You on some stink shit, some "I don't really think" shit
Think you need a enema given by my stinkfist
[Verse 2]
Chupa minha pica, I believe in no man but myself
Freezin' speakers like an Antarctic shelf
There ain't no place to hide when the damage is dealt
Make your face meet my hand like the Hamburger Help-err
You know the flow juicy like a wumpa fruit
Hot like the Wassabi crew, turn your guts to guava juice
If I feel your teeth bitin' I'ma knock 'em loose
Say your last words, count worms, 'cause I'm onta you
Louie stay droppin' fools, squash a opp then on the move
I smell blood, I'ma turn ya to piranha food
So lay your eyes upon a hematologist at work
I'm David Draiman with the diatribe, a bit disturbed
I'm flippin' words like it's burgers or a gymnast twirl
One hand on the mic, the other got its middle digit turned
It's no fucks given, do it for the love, it's a
Matter of passion, actin' a savage on these dumb rhythms
I come with it every time, no exception made
I'm already on the next level like it's Heaven's Gate
Just set the date and I'll beat you down like Craig from Stray
The pinnacle of greatness, I am just a few steps away
It's no challenger, I got the flow down and it's a
Bonafide fact I fly high with Noel Gallagher
So in summation, don't be duellin' with 'dro
Or you gon' find your whole world been inhumed in a hole
( louiedro )
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