[Verse 1: Kom Plex] Howdy'di 'yall, reporting live from the hospital I'm so ill, run rappers over, road kill No ice, no grills, no frill Mo' nice, mo' skills, mo' real When you steady every - Oh- So heavy every - Oh - Turn it up a notch, turn it up a lot I'm burning up your blocks like a pot full of legos Drop it like it's fwaygo in a hasta luego Pasta and prego, pasta alfredo When the cockpit of a rocket With a pocket full of pesos Blaze shows make the crowd say -Oh- With me and Mr. Bego in a winner bake though I knew y'all giant, I take no midgets Starboard hard like an immigrant to get it I am, my biggest fan and critic Goddamn if I ain't the shittic, bitchess..
[Verse 2: E-dubble] Unscripted skip past the read-through The foe's water I breeze through on sea-doos I see food I eat food I need to Tough to keep my weight up Running circles 'round these weak dudes Transparent, the rest are all see-through We complex we vex when we don't mean to I'm in the fucking house you got to lean to And if you follow me I'll give you real shit to tweet to You bring the drama like landing, diving But I'm trying to keep it cool, I'm in my sandals, Pali'in No hollering, I'm talking to grown ups Sip and cacking the phalanges, the hands get thrown up I'm like a singer man, I got this sewn up Like a cop'per with his pants eating too much donuts You got cake, that's great but so what I'd still be hungry still unless you pack some peanuts, like-
[Hook] Bang, Bang, we don't even aim I don't see a gun but I see a blue flame Hotter than the city, go ahead and make it rain Better cough it up cause I'm a make this bell rang
[Verse 3: Kom Plex and E-dubble] And look who's Max's Mr.Two-steps That was last summer, back with a new step I shine, cause I grind while you slept Just to keep on moving, cause that's what I do Go hard I strong arm like Bo-Guard No for all those fick's are just blowhards All bark, no bite, they got no jaws I rich strife, the mic' you pay homage Raised in my spaceship 295 on the parkway Broke down, now I move crowds like The Marchay Flows so butter, can't believe it's not Parkay I get space, I get played like a card game Eh, spew's sicker than the BP-Spill No bifocals needed just to see we ill Wrap it up, doggybag, let me see that bill Black Paisly, 2010, I don't need that deal Cause I-
[Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
