[Verse 1: Lil Kraezy]
When I'm on the mic, I'm going fucking bonkers
But it's like World War 2, bullets over bunkers
I think that you're hung over, go and fucking rope her
Tie her to a chair, and cause an illegal downer
Aw are you scared do you need a fucking grown-up
On twitter getting cancelled but I've finally blown up
I don't care about your girl or if you broke up
This is your cemetery, glad to see you've shown up
So you can own up, to your actions, when you showed up and started rapping
Camera close up, what you packing, then you froze up in skill department
R slash hol up your raps lacking, something toned up, some actual talent
Splashеd with slowness, on some soul sand, persona of a donut you got no fucking passion
I'm slickеr then a serpent, I'm silently searching
For a bottle of liquor and it's quite concerning
My dominance is asserting, time to start purging
Jerking off to flirting getting them more into me they won't be averting
Their eyes away, into poison ivy
So what happens will be blinding
The bushes is where I will be hiding
The business is start to like me
Tie her to a chair, and cause an illegal downer
I think that you're hung over, go and fucking rope her
But it's like World War 2, bullets over bunkers
When I'm on the mic, I'm going fucking bonkers
[Verse 2: Musty]
Pull up in a tandem
Motives just a tangent
Staying on my lane
And everyday spawning phantoms
Not in mc, just test me
I stay up for my best g's
Gotta show em how to put in work
Cause these mc's dont impress me
Block your oesophagus
While gasping at this work
So honour it
All these emo bitches wanting anuses filled with pink phallics
Then they get disgusted when someone raps about hoes and asses
Gold and chassis, chanting cancel culture but points are invalid
Now bitch cut the head and then she got a portion/abortion
Left the bitch before she asked for a divorce, n'
Took all of my fortunes, up for fortnights and they mournin
5am in the mornin, they get disgusted from the sex ed
Everyone in each other, trackmania, dont turn this into a harfest
Cousin and yo mama, family's a bunch of rednecks
I really gotta sign this off, just know im the next best
But open up your heart to something before you finna have a red neck
Actually have a few more words to say
Lifes just a burden and a fucking disarray
Nobody gonna know whats about to happen the next day
But im gonna tell youre bound to get deranged
Face effaced
Cause my feels are in a phase
Can't outrap me on your own track
Hold that, I ain't finna hold back
When I'm on the mic, I'm going fucking bonkers
But it's like World War 2, bullets over bunkers
I think that you're hung over, go and fucking rope her
Tie her to a chair, and cause an illegal downer
Aw are you scared do you need a fucking grown-up
On twitter getting cancelled but I've finally blown up
I don't care about your girl or if you broke up
This is your cemetery, glad to see you've shown up
So you can own up, to your actions, when you showed up and started rapping
Camera close up, what you packing, then you froze up in skill department
R slash hol up your raps lacking, something toned up, some actual talent
Splashеd with slowness, on some soul sand, persona of a donut you got no fucking passion
I'm slickеr then a serpent, I'm silently searching
For a bottle of liquor and it's quite concerning
My dominance is asserting, time to start purging
Jerking off to flirting getting them more into me they won't be averting
Their eyes away, into poison ivy
So what happens will be blinding
The bushes is where I will be hiding
The business is start to like me
Tie her to a chair, and cause an illegal downer
I think that you're hung over, go and fucking rope her
But it's like World War 2, bullets over bunkers
When I'm on the mic, I'm going fucking bonkers
[Verse 2: Musty]
Pull up in a tandem
Motives just a tangent
Staying on my lane
And everyday spawning phantoms
Not in mc, just test me
I stay up for my best g's
Gotta show em how to put in work
Cause these mc's dont impress me
Block your oesophagus
While gasping at this work
So honour it
All these emo bitches wanting anuses filled with pink phallics
Then they get disgusted when someone raps about hoes and asses
Gold and chassis, chanting cancel culture but points are invalid
Now bitch cut the head and then she got a portion/abortion
Left the bitch before she asked for a divorce, n'
Took all of my fortunes, up for fortnights and they mournin
5am in the mornin, they get disgusted from the sex ed
Everyone in each other, trackmania, dont turn this into a harfest
Cousin and yo mama, family's a bunch of rednecks
I really gotta sign this off, just know im the next best
But open up your heart to something before you finna have a red neck
Actually have a few more words to say
Lifes just a burden and a fucking disarray
Nobody gonna know whats about to happen the next day
But im gonna tell youre bound to get deranged
Face effaced
Cause my feels are in a phase
Can't outrap me on your own track
Hold that, I ain't finna hold back
( Lil Kraezy )
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