Song: Suckerpunch
Year: 2019
Viewed: 67 - Published at: 6 years ago

(Verse 1)
I'm the first to maintain and the last to change
Walking naked in a downpour of acid rain
Some of you suckers only in it for the cash and fame
You get busted in a minute, homie, that's the game
I got the pull and the power, better stay in your pad
About to give 'em some experiences they never had
A head trip for the soul to get you shaken and rattled
I gets named as the winner on the way to the battle
Yeah, get visited by ill thoughts, then i jot 'em out
The player slayer with a steady rising body count
Plus it's all about to escalate quickly
Soon as today's tequila meets yesterday's whiskey
Forget giving sanity the old college try
When I swoop on through and leave your whole wallet dry
A one-man band over ones and twos
And everybody in the back, this one's for you, c'mon!

(Chorus)
Up and at 'em when the beats get pumping
Move with the rhythm and don't say nothing
Straight outta nowhere, ain't that something?
Suckerpunch stylee, they never saw it coming
I've been behind the shadows, now here I go again
Dollar bills folded, kush blowing in the wind
Straight outta nowhere, ain't that something?
Suckerpunch stylee, they never saw it coming
(Verse 2)
Mind and flow sick, I crack the code quick
On the move, never revert back to old shit
Mr. Bad Example, the worst of the worst
Every bar is barbaric, every verse is perverse
I burst through the hearse at hip-hop's wake
It ain't dead, far from it, it's in tip-top shape
So clear it out, about to start my own riot squad
And I've heard it all before, so kill the dialogue
Cause I am on a mission to take what I'm owed
Though the sound of the police resonates where I go
Spiked bat swinging, I am breaking the mold
With a flavor even haters can't wait to behold
I spit words that crumble your alliance
Never disturb the slumber of a giant
Look out below, fee fi fo fum
Full time devastator, I just rhyme for fun

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Thief in the night, the record store looters' favorite
Let me loose, I leave a microphone mutilated
Couple highballs later and I'm losing course
Next thing you know, I'm pouring water on the Human Torch
Final score, no, it wasn't even sort of close
Better off going for a fentanyl overdose
When you was at the keg party, making quarters float
I was fighting fake news, strangling reporters' throats
They said I'm too raw, they said I wouldn't last
He's just a crooked cat lamping in a hood and mask
And yet I'm still here, shock of the century
You'd need that Men In Black gadget not to remember me
As long as I'm holiding the crown, you'll never get it
You know the drill like semi-annual dental visits
Ain't gotta say it's the best thing smokin'
Plus a little bit fresher than the next thing chosen

( El Sancho (ontario) )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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