[Verse 1: Nick]
I'm a cunning motherfucker but ill be frank this shits my first cue
I'm a budding emcee, I got skills in the tank enough to murder you
I would beat you up, but I ain't got bank for when your puss ass be tryna sue
So i'll just write a rap and ask god that maybe you'll finally get a clue
So, you must know her pussy stank it must be whats been motivatin' you?
Girls with stank puss and girls who act like a fish when you be tryna screw?
I guess i'll cut you slack cuz i'd be after anything I could wack if I looked like a jew
I hear you talkin this lovey dovey shit like how you needed a good weekend ever since you got sick
When you first discovered I stole your girl and ejaculated all over her tits
What can I say? I'm sorry for that?
Just like flys on shit, she came after me like white on bread
Do you remember that time Mckeown told you the first time she gave me head?
I've wanted to lay it to rest I even sent you a text
But you neglecetted the message, shit it was a presage, damn I'm so reckless, why didn't I leave you breathless
[Hook: Nick]
Send one more text and i'll end your life
I may sound insane, but I ain't gotta knife
I may sound psycho, but she ain't my wife
This is the final message, time to get it right
Tell your dog looking sister to shut the fuck up before I mention how she's on each and every kids desktop
With nothing on not even a stopwatch or a crop top
Oops, I think I went to far
Nah that'd be violence and curb stomping your face beneath the tar
Cuz god damn if it weren't for battery I'd teach you astronomy and make you see stars
But for now I'm in the beginning stages beesechin' for parts of speech and how to spit bars
So why not rip you about how your face looks like Freddie with a crazy amount of scars
I'd need more than a good weekend with a face like yours
Damn I thought I'd seen mars with the amount of craters you've got inside your pores
It's like a mix between haters and creators when I rhyme these chords
I sound like a fucking villain but it's time I swing this sword
I've had enough debatin im like an atom bomb tick tock i'll blow up this world
And when I'm decoded and exploded
And stop worrying about saving face
I'll raise stakes and figure out the shit it takes
To expose your fake-ness
I'm a cunning motherfucker but ill be frank this shits my first cue
I'm a budding emcee, I got skills in the tank enough to murder you
I would beat you up, but I ain't got bank for when your puss ass be tryna sue
So i'll just write a rap and ask god that maybe you'll finally get a clue
So, you must know her pussy stank it must be whats been motivatin' you?
Girls with stank puss and girls who act like a fish when you be tryna screw?
I guess i'll cut you slack cuz i'd be after anything I could wack if I looked like a jew
I hear you talkin this lovey dovey shit like how you needed a good weekend ever since you got sick
When you first discovered I stole your girl and ejaculated all over her tits
What can I say? I'm sorry for that?
Just like flys on shit, she came after me like white on bread
Do you remember that time Mckeown told you the first time she gave me head?
I've wanted to lay it to rest I even sent you a text
But you neglecetted the message, shit it was a presage, damn I'm so reckless, why didn't I leave you breathless
[Hook: Nick]
Send one more text and i'll end your life
I may sound insane, but I ain't gotta knife
I may sound psycho, but she ain't my wife
This is the final message, time to get it right
Tell your dog looking sister to shut the fuck up before I mention how she's on each and every kids desktop
With nothing on not even a stopwatch or a crop top
Oops, I think I went to far
Nah that'd be violence and curb stomping your face beneath the tar
Cuz god damn if it weren't for battery I'd teach you astronomy and make you see stars
But for now I'm in the beginning stages beesechin' for parts of speech and how to spit bars
So why not rip you about how your face looks like Freddie with a crazy amount of scars
I'd need more than a good weekend with a face like yours
Damn I thought I'd seen mars with the amount of craters you've got inside your pores
It's like a mix between haters and creators when I rhyme these chords
I sound like a fucking villain but it's time I swing this sword
I've had enough debatin im like an atom bomb tick tock i'll blow up this world
And when I'm decoded and exploded
And stop worrying about saving face
I'll raise stakes and figure out the shit it takes
To expose your fake-ness
( Nick Anderson )
www.ChordsAZ.com