Hook-
Don't you fuck with the real ones ×8
Verse1(Sanxiouz)-
Time to kill these suckas who fakin
These wack artist keep buzzin
I gotta give em concussion
There ain't no fuckin way to be stoppin this operation
Cuz i got the kinda sauce that force rappers to hibernate em
Dont you fuck with me buddy
I leave these rappers cryin in a corner they yellin mummy
I dont fuck with people who only about the money
They hate to be themselves so thеy turn you down cuz you workin
Fuck that, i ain't never been on the hoеshit
You rappers can't rise even if you come with a forklift
My rhymes more preachy than fathers who on em churches
Got so much of intellect in my brain that its bulging
Shove your face up inside the ass of a corpse
Im writin the masterpieces while you takin a stroll
Back in the sport yall rappers thought that we ain't bringin no force
Yall ain't got that typa engine yall can't enter the course
Done livin bummy i gotta come up with harder raps
These people ain't takin me seriously where my choppers at
When i pull up on these suckas they be feelin like a heart attack
You ain't gettin lucky even if it is an autumn fest
Hit em in they head up with a bottle when they bout ta flex
You know when im on it man im on it like tyrrano rex
Fuck smokin, fuck clubbin and fuck booze
Fuck everyone who think its makin you look cool
Thats a damn marketin strategy for you dumb fools
I would rather take a sip of some of that plum juice
Dont you fuck with the real one
And Immma keep on comin with hardest raps till them bills come
If you dont like my skin tone then suck my dick till it spills cum
I been holdin for too long , i guess its time to
Destruct
I got blood guts limbs casually over my floor
Emcees talk shit we slittin their vocal chords
Ain't nobody better sanxiouz and 2lyt
Had to bring some horrorcore
People sleepin on us like they been sniffin chloroform
Hook-
Don't you fuck with the real ones ×8
Verse 2 (2Lyt)-
Real ones on real estate you a fake homie you a duct tape
I stand alone in this rap game
You keep begging for lil fame
I stole your bitch from Ukraine
You get sold for few chains
You off beat like blueface
We Murder rap it resonates
If I go fast it’s a cop chase
I feel bad….for you lil rappers
You’ll get slaughtered if i come closer
Fuck your bitch call it Acrobatic mathematic
Matter of fact It’s all practice, all the tactics
I been the best I Beat the matrix
I came here to Overtake
Past sinner is today’s saint I make the moves I make it rain
I slit your throat like Roman reigns
Putting the work for a life change
Benihana marijuana bitch hot like extra sauna
I take the notes but no Drama
Make it pop like Becky hecky
Shoot your bitch like air hockey
Last time was just a trial
Running Treadmill like an extra mile
Be extra wise for big advice
We run the city on drifting tyres
I’m Done playing I just need the fame
You ask money that’s damn shame
I run the game you can’t escape
Hook-
Don't you fuck with the real ones ×8
Don't you fuck with the real ones ×8
Verse1(Sanxiouz)-
Time to kill these suckas who fakin
These wack artist keep buzzin
I gotta give em concussion
There ain't no fuckin way to be stoppin this operation
Cuz i got the kinda sauce that force rappers to hibernate em
Dont you fuck with me buddy
I leave these rappers cryin in a corner they yellin mummy
I dont fuck with people who only about the money
They hate to be themselves so thеy turn you down cuz you workin
Fuck that, i ain't never been on the hoеshit
You rappers can't rise even if you come with a forklift
My rhymes more preachy than fathers who on em churches
Got so much of intellect in my brain that its bulging
Shove your face up inside the ass of a corpse
Im writin the masterpieces while you takin a stroll
Back in the sport yall rappers thought that we ain't bringin no force
Yall ain't got that typa engine yall can't enter the course
Done livin bummy i gotta come up with harder raps
These people ain't takin me seriously where my choppers at
When i pull up on these suckas they be feelin like a heart attack
You ain't gettin lucky even if it is an autumn fest
Hit em in they head up with a bottle when they bout ta flex
You know when im on it man im on it like tyrrano rex
Fuck smokin, fuck clubbin and fuck booze
Fuck everyone who think its makin you look cool
Thats a damn marketin strategy for you dumb fools
I would rather take a sip of some of that plum juice
Dont you fuck with the real one
And Immma keep on comin with hardest raps till them bills come
If you dont like my skin tone then suck my dick till it spills cum
I been holdin for too long , i guess its time to
Destruct
I got blood guts limbs casually over my floor
Emcees talk shit we slittin their vocal chords
Ain't nobody better sanxiouz and 2lyt
Had to bring some horrorcore
People sleepin on us like they been sniffin chloroform
Hook-
Don't you fuck with the real ones ×8
Verse 2 (2Lyt)-
Real ones on real estate you a fake homie you a duct tape
I stand alone in this rap game
You keep begging for lil fame
I stole your bitch from Ukraine
You get sold for few chains
You off beat like blueface
We Murder rap it resonates
If I go fast it’s a cop chase
I feel bad….for you lil rappers
You’ll get slaughtered if i come closer
Fuck your bitch call it Acrobatic mathematic
Matter of fact It’s all practice, all the tactics
I been the best I Beat the matrix
I came here to Overtake
Past sinner is today’s saint I make the moves I make it rain
I slit your throat like Roman reigns
Putting the work for a life change
Benihana marijuana bitch hot like extra sauna
I take the notes but no Drama
Make it pop like Becky hecky
Shoot your bitch like air hockey
Last time was just a trial
Running Treadmill like an extra mile
Be extra wise for big advice
We run the city on drifting tyres
I’m Done playing I just need the fame
You ask money that’s damn shame
I run the game you can’t escape
Hook-
Don't you fuck with the real ones ×8
( Sanxiouz, 2Lyt )
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