[Intro: Graffik]
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, uh
[Chorus: Graffik]
You picked the wrong day to do this
I could send my shooters, my pockets filled with blue chips
Fuck the animosity, I power through it
They'll never say my name, I swear that would be stupid
Carry the weight of demons and they fake love
Look in your eyes and I can see that bitch is what you made of
These rappers hate themselves, they be exposin' theyself
Tsunami the punani 'fore I open my belt
[Verse 1: Graffik]
Tell the bitch stop playin', she about to get nauseous
Y'all could never hang with the bosses, on some real shit
The steel gripped, her booty bigger than a Goodyear blimp
I promise that you rappers only visit, it's always a trip
I promise that I'll never fuck with y'all and that marketing shit
I had up to here with all this shit so I started a biz'
And now look at the profit I get, I'm 'bout to call up my twin
And we can abolish a problem, get it off of the list
Fuck a snuff tape, that's all you
I'd rather give a bitch some duct tape and tell her, "Make sure that my balls smooth"
Acting like the metal clickin', but that’s horseshoes
They don't really know the game, they need a walk through
[Verse 2: Kovin Kestnar]
Truth is tasted on the tongue, youth is wasted on the young
Your next to kin is [?] Oedipus's mom
I'm flexin' with the exorcist, togetherness as one
I'm cuttin' out your presidents presentin' what you've done
Your father's at the door, got the belt up in his hand
He looks at you as scorn 'cause he's askin' you to dance
He'll turn off all your porn, it makes you lesser of a man
I'll have nothing of a sword, might just split half a xan
Rally all the troops, got 'em jumpin' like a jack rabbit
Camo [?] boots, got 'em custom with some flap jackets
Undershirt is Roots, rippin' tissue from the last action
Rallyin' for suits, all these brutes probably lack passion
Methods don't work, you gotta blast the chair
They'll break your break walls even rockin' Samson's hair
I'd like to see your man shoot me, but dude, you act goofy
The way you move behind the scenes, it's clear you made a bad movie
[Outro: Kovin Kestnar]
Shit
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, uh
[Chorus: Graffik]
You picked the wrong day to do this
I could send my shooters, my pockets filled with blue chips
Fuck the animosity, I power through it
They'll never say my name, I swear that would be stupid
Carry the weight of demons and they fake love
Look in your eyes and I can see that bitch is what you made of
These rappers hate themselves, they be exposin' theyself
Tsunami the punani 'fore I open my belt
[Verse 1: Graffik]
Tell the bitch stop playin', she about to get nauseous
Y'all could never hang with the bosses, on some real shit
The steel gripped, her booty bigger than a Goodyear blimp
I promise that you rappers only visit, it's always a trip
I promise that I'll never fuck with y'all and that marketing shit
I had up to here with all this shit so I started a biz'
And now look at the profit I get, I'm 'bout to call up my twin
And we can abolish a problem, get it off of the list
Fuck a snuff tape, that's all you
I'd rather give a bitch some duct tape and tell her, "Make sure that my balls smooth"
Acting like the metal clickin', but that’s horseshoes
They don't really know the game, they need a walk through
[Verse 2: Kovin Kestnar]
Truth is tasted on the tongue, youth is wasted on the young
Your next to kin is [?] Oedipus's mom
I'm flexin' with the exorcist, togetherness as one
I'm cuttin' out your presidents presentin' what you've done
Your father's at the door, got the belt up in his hand
He looks at you as scorn 'cause he's askin' you to dance
He'll turn off all your porn, it makes you lesser of a man
I'll have nothing of a sword, might just split half a xan
Rally all the troops, got 'em jumpin' like a jack rabbit
Camo [?] boots, got 'em custom with some flap jackets
Undershirt is Roots, rippin' tissue from the last action
Rallyin' for suits, all these brutes probably lack passion
Methods don't work, you gotta blast the chair
They'll break your break walls even rockin' Samson's hair
I'd like to see your man shoot me, but dude, you act goofy
The way you move behind the scenes, it's clear you made a bad movie
[Outro: Kovin Kestnar]
Shit
( Kovin Kestnar )
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