[Necro] You better bite your tongue, cuz if not you'll fight a gun My raps are street like a bum, I write scum Corner raps, you caught a crack in your skull Tryin' to talk back to the quarterback I call shots, I sold pot to old twats I ran through different blocks like I had no pops I get vexed, attack your headset, kid you're dead next You ain't sick, you won't flip I don't trip, I don't get pimped I got ownership of all of my own shit, I'm not homeless Like all you rappers on your label's dick Ya not controlling your shit like you're a disabled bitch The Brooklyn hustler with the Psycho-Logical family You disrespect us and we'll bust shots at you randomly You gotta hand it to me, I made alot happen with nothin' At least now I'm clappin' for somethin'
[Hook] x2 Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes Kid sit back, absorb it, cuz you know this shit be morbid
[Necro] You wanna flip? Go flip pancakes I can't take cats that front with fake handshakes You'll need more than a hundred bandaids on your face When you get laced with blades, I can't wait Your time's comin', watch it kill you As I kid I fought dirtier than Mildew, and I still do I'm still ill too, like when I was a kid runnin' through the PJ's and I mushed you And I'll mush you again, you're soft like a cushion, don't push me, I butcher men I don't mean to brag, I sold green in a bag To fat pigs and old men who need it bad And thugs that got jipped but never popped shit Cocaine with cut inserted like a Glock clip I had to walk it, before I was able to talk it So don't look at me awkward, get off it
[Hook] x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
