LYRICS GAME

My new song is an action movie

I'm kinda the station psycho

I'll wake my generation from its sleep

'Cause I'm not a d*ckhead, yet I've got a huge d*ck

My life is passion, I'm the shepherd

Of this thing called rap, I grab the staff

If I'm not enough, I'm enough for me

I'm the truth, you're just a storyteller

Hey Nayt, how much do you talk? Who are you talking to?

You're cool, I saw you've got long straight hair

Will you send a voice note for my friend who follows you?

If you do it singing I swear he'll jerk off twice

I'm one-sixty-four, a hundred kilos of flow

In your *ss look for rectal prolapse

No, I don't sing, no, I'm nobody

After I f*ck you good I'll collapse you in bed

Rhymes pay, mines roam, they tag me, act cute

You know what I mean, drop coins, grab snacks

I hate women who don't act like women but kennel chicks

Little Madonnas cry in a corner

I choke myself alone, I bleed

I think this is a miracle

It's the end, my cluster bomb in your cockpit

I nick you, I crack you, I mash you, see I’ve got tiger eyes

And then I feel weird and

I wasn’t ready and

Yeah I'm a tank, yeah

On your f*cking lawn and

I take what we deserve and

Now that they answer, I don't call them

And they go no, no

We’re not like them, I know

Living's a leap into the void

So fire

I'm ready, ready

Bang bang bang

I heard LowLow's last track and the other one, it disgusts me

When I write I think of the one who won Sanremo, then I miss Primo

Good at business, yeah, looks like Disney bought you

I'd rather stay with a mistress than see you on my display

I won't leave this game until

I burn them all, like Rambo

Whoever sees me grows fearful

You see fire coming out of me, devouring

I can do rap, I can do trap

I can do that, I can do this

I can even do neo-melodic stuff

Done with Skioffi, yeah singing opera

What the f*ck should I say, what the f*ck should I say

I hear a track from this guy

He says what that other guy already said

It drops Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

You always find us on this wave

With your mom and dad giving b*wjobs, shut up

And then I feel weird and

I wasn’t ready and

Yeah, I'm a tank, yeah

On your f*cking lawn and

I take what we deserve and

Now that they answer, I don't call them

And they go no, no

We’re not like them, I know

Living's a leap into the void

So fire

I'm ready, ready

Bang bang bang

I'm always out, I got no flowers

But emotions like ammunition

I shoot