文本歌词

Alright Yo
I'm bust I'mma kill it
I'mma kill it
Here we go here we go
Yo My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My s like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez n***a please put the mic down
Talking 'bout you represent when you embarrassing your town
Walking around with the
Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining
A&R's too deaf to hear the sound
You a has been rapper talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying I'm independent now looking for a new life
A weak DJ living off of 80's fame
Guess starring in the
Basement living off of
Tigga's name
My name's
Kardinal the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street n***as
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot '
Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot
No patience for the w**d not quick enough to tief
Can't pimp don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat a*s beat
I might smile up in your face and then jack your
Yo I'm ill to the 7th degree
T dot represent ya hearing me
Go ahead den
Yo I'm the nicest rapper dapper
With flows you don't know how a firestarter go
Go ahead den
Yo lick two chart off in the sky
A make way when
I'm stepping in the room
Go ahead den
Yo eff rappers
I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Yo listen to me ya not zeen
Yo my rhymes are
FedEx covered in latex
Delivered to your
Jubby my charms tribes quest for hot s*x
No bust for the next can protect
It's when the
I drop the n***as saying 'what '
And the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wet
I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates
I'm looking for your mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind
Oh d**n girl you make think 'bout selling out
But oops your weave just fell out
Ha ha I'm straight from the place that first brought you
Vince Carter
The story of
Hurricane and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming out three for a dollar
What Peter loves who
Yo don't bother to hail it up
In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day
But do what to do and yo who am
I to say I just want your records sales anyway
Someone kill to try and come up with the things that
I say I'm a bad mother yo
Go ahead den
I'm too fresh like
Guess V in a special way
Special way
But everyday
Yo yo I'm kick another one another one for the mic know what
I'm saying
Yo I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbours
Hell yeah
I know it's wrong but
I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than
Sisqo and
Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of
Einstein and
Long Dong
Silver Up in one kick real raps for fun
I'm the black anti
Babylon rapping shogun
I try not bus' until
I'm sure she cum
If I get a little hit check
I out the whole long
My tongue is like an instant check for 7 0's
Write about this rhyme something about the h*es
Anyways I try to uplift but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes a negro's a threat
So we talk about s*x and promote the d**g game
Even though we know it's wrong we just trying to make a name
Cha I'm trying to get my
Mom's out the ghetto
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