LRC歌词
[ti:World War 3]
[ar:GAWNE]
[al:World War 3 (Explicit)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]World War 3 (Explicit) - GAWNE/Luke Gawne/VI Seconds
[00:04.17]Lyrics by:Luke Gawne
[00:08.35]Composed by:Luke Gawne
[00:12.53]Oh God father what have we done
[00:14.77]Try and hide you could pray
[00:15.81]To the sky or you could run
[00:17.61]But nobody is escaping
[00:18.97]The eye of the all-seeing ones above
[00:21.43]Yeah me and VI we meet again
[00:22.80]Round three ain't the same
[00:23.88]As a brawl this time we coming for y'all
[00:25.96]I put the clip in the MAC pass it
[00:27.77]To VI and he draws
[00:29.08]He puts that gun to your jaw
[00:30.46]Like the hair of Rapunzel you fall
[00:32.69]Rapping underdogs collab on a song
[00:34.89]On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96
[00:37.38]When I was a tiny s**t
[00:38.35]Born into the world and the doctors said
[00:39.74]I was a whiny kid cried a bit
[00:40.97]Then I tried to spit yeah I admit my first
[00:42.89]Words were something like Flibbity Hibbity
[00:44.17]Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow when I lock
[00:45.71]And load my s**t is unstoppable
[00:47.39]All I ever wanted was my momma to be proud
[00:49.98]All my life I had anxiety that I would let her down
[00:52.92]Watch her break her back to make a
[00:54.33]Check it hurts so bad I bounced
[00:55.85]From the couch out the motherf**king house
[00:57.95]Since the motherf**king doors
[00:59.53]Shutted I been cold-blooded
[01:00.90]Growing up with like no money
[01:02.61]Without a full stomach made me so hungry
[01:05.28]So f**k a candy bar I only eat the rappers
[01:08.08]I decapitate 'em no channing and turning emcee backwards
[01:11.24]Till his spleen fractures
[01:12.32]I leave cashes in meets scratches
[01:14.92]As I'm relapsing I caffeine capsules I wreak havoc-on
[01:18.33]Clock is ticking I yawn yeah
[01:19.79]Tick-tick- I rap long yeah all
[01:21.22]I ever do is get up on the mic
[01:22.74]And murder every single song
[01:24.02]Yeah motherf**ker we is reckless
[01:25.58]No diss record just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds gotta respect it
[01:28.59]
[01:29.39]Rappers in my scope I got a lot
[01:31.05]
[01:31.67]Yeah I lost to VI he's the GAWD but y'all must've forgot
[01:35.30]Ah y'all must've forgot
[01:37.47]I don't sneak-diss little pussies you'll get popped
[01:40.15]Don't confuse this s**t when it comes to battle rap
[01:42.64]There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube s**t
[01:45.82]That can go against me and not lose real quick
[01:48.90]That includes Munfo and that screw-faced-b***h
[01:51.76]Y'all are f**k-buddies d**n it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
[01:55.02]Scru this ain't Upchurch I'll expose pussies like upskirts
[01:58.65]If country singers making you lose
[02:00.55]Then come at Shaq one more time
[02:01.98]And I'll make you no life Scru
[02:03.19]
[02:03.90]Half you motherf**kers ain't rappers
[02:05.35]You're reactors like Joe Budden when he's podcasting
[02:07.73]That rap-hat of yours is on backwards
[02:09.16]I'm sick of talkin' let's get to rapping
[02:10.87]I'm sick of tweetin' you all cappin'
[02:12.22]Better call the cabin go fall back
[02:13.80]Like trick-or-treatin' it was all sweet till
[02:15.59]I light you up like a jack o' lantern
[02:17.01]Feed 'em that eating apple Eve and Adam I leave an emcee
[02:19.30]With an L-O-S-E in the heat
[02:20.52]Of battle elementary level of rappers
[02:22.20]All I needed to get beat from you cattle
[02:23.67]I wreak the havoc never cease till I see the maggots
[02:25.81]Eat you bastards f**king with the most
[02:26.74]He's dramatic emcee ever but I seek to damage
[02:28.74]
[02:29.47]How many rappers murdered put the bodies
[02:30.76]In the bag they deceased I murked them
[02:32.18]Oh s**t I think I see one squirming-it's Dax
[02:34.86]So should we leave them breathing or unleash
[02:36.10]The demon Lurking peace on Earth is slowly fleeding
[02:38.12]World War III is certain 'cause these emcees
[02:39.40]Are blind to my skill they can not see like Germans
[02:41.87]Everybody thinking that they really 'bout it
[02:43.11]When they Twitter-tweetin' all this s**t about me
[02:44.43]Keep on talking 'bout me till you catch a bounty
[02:46.09]Then they find your body with the chalk around it
[02:47.60]Yeah boo-hoo little wack fools
[02:48.99]Y'all rap dudes wearing poo-poo pampers
[02:50.59]All of y'all been moving weird
[02:52.01]I hate motherf**kin' YouTube rappers
[02:54.05]Oh God father what have we done
[02:56.19]Try and hide you could pray to
[02:57.54]The sky or you could run
[02:59.05]But nobody is escaping the eye
[03:01.13]Of the all-seeing ones above
[03:02.92]Yeah me and VI we meet again
[03:04.48]Round three ain't the same
[03:05.37]
[03:06.03]I've developed a habit of sorts
[03:08.03]I'm the type to kill you
[03:09.00]Then do a collab with your corpse
[03:11.16]Send words at me then I'ma let the ratchet retort
[03:13.83]Side bar Scru and Munfu my mandem of course
[03:16.83]I will poof you n***as if
[03:18.39]I choose to I'm coo-coo n***a
[03:20.48]Deuce-Deuce spitter
[03:21.29]I hate most of you YouTube n***as
[03:23.41]Get stupid if we fall out like a loose tooth n***a
[03:26.28]The handy-dandy drawn like Blue's Clues n***a
[03:28.49]You're f**king embarrassing you
[03:29.29]Don't get etiquette y'all don't know how to act
[03:31.68]Do anything for applause till you end up getting clapped
[03:34.59]Cornballs don't wanna box but
[03:35.87]None of these n***as know how to scrap
[03:37.57]F**k n***as that wanna diss but
[03:38.86]None of these n***as know how to rap
[03:40.26]See the ratchet the blood sucker
[03:41.76]If you speaking on me brother
[03:43.28]It get popping for the views since
[03:44.76]You like leeching off each other
[03:46.23]I'll be in the cut watching shaking my head
[03:49.29]Same n***as y'all gossip 'bout try breaking the bread
[03:52.15]What part of the game is this why y'all n***as so p***y
[03:55.07]Keep clacking till I clack it 'cause you've chosen to push me
[03:58.04]Cut those versus verses
[03:59.12]You'll be rehearsing with all them curses
[04:01.28]'Cause most of y'all the nicest motherf**kers in person
[04:03.92]These ain't bars I'm just telling
[04:05.36]Y'all what all of your lives like
[04:06.88]If you sleeping you get plugged lit up like a night light
[04:09.98]I'll give it to anybody in this b***h for the profit
[04:12.70]Trying to say I ain't the Gawd only shows the false prophets
[04:15.90]I'll be where your IP is I'll go door-to-door knocking
[04:18.93]To punch you in your mouth and take s**t out your pockets
[04:21.73]I'm the whooping that you don't want you'll never be ready
[04:24.60]Y'all n***as grown-ass men still looking
[04:26.42]Like you get wedgies I'm different
[04:28.41]Watch your mouth when speaking my name
[04:30.29]You're in arm's reach
[04:31.01]The arm's reached so stay out of my range
[04:33.36]I won't you I making sure to forget
[04:35.63]You when the TEC Pew
[04:36.65]You ain't never rap with me I pro'bly don't respect you
[04:39.59]YouTube done bred pussies this a venue for a front
[04:42.20]Hold my four front blinking at everyone on the forefront
[04:45.49]These fast rap n***as that don't say s**t
[04:47.78]These n***as that love to tweet about
[04:49.52]You but see you and don't say s**t
[04:51.25]
[04:52.16]You get filleted but I don't say s**t
[04:54.26]On the side I got lines for all of
[04:56.25]Y'all like a K-Swiss
[04:57.29]The nicest n***a in this b***h
[04:58.62]I'm death to you rappers
[04:59.82]Insecurities got you buggin'
[05:01.46]Who's protecting you actors
[05:02.87]Every play from y'all is scripted
[05:04.38]All you f**king do is bitching
[05:05.94]Then s**t get real you backpedal and act uplifting
[05:08.83]Y'all cornballs and now you hear me speaking to you
[05:11.72]You're hearing me pop smoke rest
[05:13.13]In peace to the woo it's Brooklyn
[05:15.29]And I don't care if you a n***a that does reactions
[05:17.88]A Paul's brother KSI I want action
[05:20.79]A fake positive YouTube rapper I want action
[05:23.68]I'll back-smack you and put it on Twitter I want action
[05:26.61]Y'all disgust me and now there's a reason to discuss me
[05:29.63]I know some of y'all wanna punch me but won't touch me
[05:32.38]
[05:33.27]Beauty that's trying to f**k me
[05:35.35]
[05:35.85]Rest of you motherf**kers ain't lucky
[05:37.48]
[05:38.96]Oh God father what have we done
[05:40.99]Try and hide you could pray
[05:42.46]To the sky or you could run
[05:44.03]But nobody is escaping
[05:45.37]The eye of the all-seeing ones above
[05:47.89]Yeah me and VI we meet again
[05:49.29]Round three ain't the same
[ar:GAWNE]
[al:World War 3 (Explicit)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]World War 3 (Explicit) - GAWNE/Luke Gawne/VI Seconds
[00:04.17]Lyrics by:Luke Gawne
[00:08.35]Composed by:Luke Gawne
[00:12.53]Oh God father what have we done
[00:14.77]Try and hide you could pray
[00:15.81]To the sky or you could run
[00:17.61]But nobody is escaping
[00:18.97]The eye of the all-seeing ones above
[00:21.43]Yeah me and VI we meet again
[00:22.80]Round three ain't the same
[00:23.88]As a brawl this time we coming for y'all
[00:25.96]I put the clip in the MAC pass it
[00:27.77]To VI and he draws
[00:29.08]He puts that gun to your jaw
[00:30.46]Like the hair of Rapunzel you fall
[00:32.69]Rapping underdogs collab on a song
[00:34.89]On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96
[00:37.38]When I was a tiny s**t
[00:38.35]Born into the world and the doctors said
[00:39.74]I was a whiny kid cried a bit
[00:40.97]Then I tried to spit yeah I admit my first
[00:42.89]Words were something like Flibbity Hibbity
[00:44.17]Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow when I lock
[00:45.71]And load my s**t is unstoppable
[00:47.39]All I ever wanted was my momma to be proud
[00:49.98]All my life I had anxiety that I would let her down
[00:52.92]Watch her break her back to make a
[00:54.33]Check it hurts so bad I bounced
[00:55.85]From the couch out the motherf**king house
[00:57.95]Since the motherf**king doors
[00:59.53]Shutted I been cold-blooded
[01:00.90]Growing up with like no money
[01:02.61]Without a full stomach made me so hungry
[01:05.28]So f**k a candy bar I only eat the rappers
[01:08.08]I decapitate 'em no channing and turning emcee backwards
[01:11.24]Till his spleen fractures
[01:12.32]I leave cashes in meets scratches
[01:14.92]As I'm relapsing I caffeine capsules I wreak havoc-on
[01:18.33]Clock is ticking I yawn yeah
[01:19.79]Tick-tick- I rap long yeah all
[01:21.22]I ever do is get up on the mic
[01:22.74]And murder every single song
[01:24.02]Yeah motherf**ker we is reckless
[01:25.58]No diss record just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds gotta respect it
[01:28.59]
[01:29.39]Rappers in my scope I got a lot
[01:31.05]
[01:31.67]Yeah I lost to VI he's the GAWD but y'all must've forgot
[01:35.30]Ah y'all must've forgot
[01:37.47]I don't sneak-diss little pussies you'll get popped
[01:40.15]Don't confuse this s**t when it comes to battle rap
[01:42.64]There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube s**t
[01:45.82]That can go against me and not lose real quick
[01:48.90]That includes Munfo and that screw-faced-b***h
[01:51.76]Y'all are f**k-buddies d**n it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
[01:55.02]Scru this ain't Upchurch I'll expose pussies like upskirts
[01:58.65]If country singers making you lose
[02:00.55]Then come at Shaq one more time
[02:01.98]And I'll make you no life Scru
[02:03.19]
[02:03.90]Half you motherf**kers ain't rappers
[02:05.35]You're reactors like Joe Budden when he's podcasting
[02:07.73]That rap-hat of yours is on backwards
[02:09.16]I'm sick of talkin' let's get to rapping
[02:10.87]I'm sick of tweetin' you all cappin'
[02:12.22]Better call the cabin go fall back
[02:13.80]Like trick-or-treatin' it was all sweet till
[02:15.59]I light you up like a jack o' lantern
[02:17.01]Feed 'em that eating apple Eve and Adam I leave an emcee
[02:19.30]With an L-O-S-E in the heat
[02:20.52]Of battle elementary level of rappers
[02:22.20]All I needed to get beat from you cattle
[02:23.67]I wreak the havoc never cease till I see the maggots
[02:25.81]Eat you bastards f**king with the most
[02:26.74]He's dramatic emcee ever but I seek to damage
[02:28.74]
[02:29.47]How many rappers murdered put the bodies
[02:30.76]In the bag they deceased I murked them
[02:32.18]Oh s**t I think I see one squirming-it's Dax
[02:34.86]So should we leave them breathing or unleash
[02:36.10]The demon Lurking peace on Earth is slowly fleeding
[02:38.12]World War III is certain 'cause these emcees
[02:39.40]Are blind to my skill they can not see like Germans
[02:41.87]Everybody thinking that they really 'bout it
[02:43.11]When they Twitter-tweetin' all this s**t about me
[02:44.43]Keep on talking 'bout me till you catch a bounty
[02:46.09]Then they find your body with the chalk around it
[02:47.60]Yeah boo-hoo little wack fools
[02:48.99]Y'all rap dudes wearing poo-poo pampers
[02:50.59]All of y'all been moving weird
[02:52.01]I hate motherf**kin' YouTube rappers
[02:54.05]Oh God father what have we done
[02:56.19]Try and hide you could pray to
[02:57.54]The sky or you could run
[02:59.05]But nobody is escaping the eye
[03:01.13]Of the all-seeing ones above
[03:02.92]Yeah me and VI we meet again
[03:04.48]Round three ain't the same
[03:05.37]
[03:06.03]I've developed a habit of sorts
[03:08.03]I'm the type to kill you
[03:09.00]Then do a collab with your corpse
[03:11.16]Send words at me then I'ma let the ratchet retort
[03:13.83]Side bar Scru and Munfu my mandem of course
[03:16.83]I will poof you n***as if
[03:18.39]I choose to I'm coo-coo n***a
[03:20.48]Deuce-Deuce spitter
[03:21.29]I hate most of you YouTube n***as
[03:23.41]Get stupid if we fall out like a loose tooth n***a
[03:26.28]The handy-dandy drawn like Blue's Clues n***a
[03:28.49]You're f**king embarrassing you
[03:29.29]Don't get etiquette y'all don't know how to act
[03:31.68]Do anything for applause till you end up getting clapped
[03:34.59]Cornballs don't wanna box but
[03:35.87]None of these n***as know how to scrap
[03:37.57]F**k n***as that wanna diss but
[03:38.86]None of these n***as know how to rap
[03:40.26]See the ratchet the blood sucker
[03:41.76]If you speaking on me brother
[03:43.28]It get popping for the views since
[03:44.76]You like leeching off each other
[03:46.23]I'll be in the cut watching shaking my head
[03:49.29]Same n***as y'all gossip 'bout try breaking the bread
[03:52.15]What part of the game is this why y'all n***as so p***y
[03:55.07]Keep clacking till I clack it 'cause you've chosen to push me
[03:58.04]Cut those versus verses
[03:59.12]You'll be rehearsing with all them curses
[04:01.28]'Cause most of y'all the nicest motherf**kers in person
[04:03.92]These ain't bars I'm just telling
[04:05.36]Y'all what all of your lives like
[04:06.88]If you sleeping you get plugged lit up like a night light
[04:09.98]I'll give it to anybody in this b***h for the profit
[04:12.70]Trying to say I ain't the Gawd only shows the false prophets
[04:15.90]I'll be where your IP is I'll go door-to-door knocking
[04:18.93]To punch you in your mouth and take s**t out your pockets
[04:21.73]I'm the whooping that you don't want you'll never be ready
[04:24.60]Y'all n***as grown-ass men still looking
[04:26.42]Like you get wedgies I'm different
[04:28.41]Watch your mouth when speaking my name
[04:30.29]You're in arm's reach
[04:31.01]The arm's reached so stay out of my range
[04:33.36]I won't you I making sure to forget
[04:35.63]You when the TEC Pew
[04:36.65]You ain't never rap with me I pro'bly don't respect you
[04:39.59]YouTube done bred pussies this a venue for a front
[04:42.20]Hold my four front blinking at everyone on the forefront
[04:45.49]These fast rap n***as that don't say s**t
[04:47.78]These n***as that love to tweet about
[04:49.52]You but see you and don't say s**t
[04:51.25]
[04:52.16]You get filleted but I don't say s**t
[04:54.26]On the side I got lines for all of
[04:56.25]Y'all like a K-Swiss
[04:57.29]The nicest n***a in this b***h
[04:58.62]I'm death to you rappers
[04:59.82]Insecurities got you buggin'
[05:01.46]Who's protecting you actors
[05:02.87]Every play from y'all is scripted
[05:04.38]All you f**king do is bitching
[05:05.94]Then s**t get real you backpedal and act uplifting
[05:08.83]Y'all cornballs and now you hear me speaking to you
[05:11.72]You're hearing me pop smoke rest
[05:13.13]In peace to the woo it's Brooklyn
[05:15.29]And I don't care if you a n***a that does reactions
[05:17.88]A Paul's brother KSI I want action
[05:20.79]A fake positive YouTube rapper I want action
[05:23.68]I'll back-smack you and put it on Twitter I want action
[05:26.61]Y'all disgust me and now there's a reason to discuss me
[05:29.63]I know some of y'all wanna punch me but won't touch me
[05:32.38]
[05:33.27]Beauty that's trying to f**k me
[05:35.35]
[05:35.85]Rest of you motherf**kers ain't lucky
[05:37.48]
[05:38.96]Oh God father what have we done
[05:40.99]Try and hide you could pray
[05:42.46]To the sky or you could run
[05:44.03]But nobody is escaping
[05:45.37]The eye of the all-seeing ones above
[05:47.89]Yeah me and VI we meet again
[05:49.29]Round three ain't the same
文本歌词
World War 3 (Explicit) - GAWNE/Luke Gawne/VI Seconds
Lyrics by:Luke Gawne
Composed by:Luke Gawne
Oh God father what have we done
Try and hide you could pray
To the sky or you could run
But nobody is escaping
The eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah me and VI we meet again
Round three ain't the same
As a brawl this time we coming for y'all
I put the clip in the MAC pass it
To VI and he draws
He puts that gun to your jaw
Like the hair of Rapunzel you fall
Rapping underdogs collab on a song
On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96
When I was a tiny s**t
Born into the world and the doctors said
I was a whiny kid cried a bit
Then I tried to spit yeah I admit my first
Words were something like Flibbity Hibbity
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow when I lock
And load my s**t is unstoppable
All I ever wanted was my momma to be proud
All my life I had anxiety that I would let her down
Watch her break her back to make a
Check it hurts so bad I bounced
From the couch out the motherf**king house
Since the motherf**king doors
Shutted I been cold-blooded
Growing up with like no money
Without a full stomach made me so hungry
So f**k a candy bar I only eat the rappers
I decapitate 'em no channing and turning emcee backwards
Till his spleen fractures
I leave cashes in meets scratches
As I'm relapsing I caffeine capsules I wreak havoc-on
Clock is ticking I yawn yeah
Tick-tick- I rap long yeah all
I ever do is get up on the mic
And murder every single song
Yeah motherf**ker we is reckless
No diss record just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds gotta respect it
Rappers in my scope I got a lot
Yeah I lost to VI he's the GAWD but y'all must've forgot
Ah y'all must've forgot
I don't sneak-diss little pussies you'll get popped
Don't confuse this s**t when it comes to battle rap
There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube s**t
That can go against me and not lose real quick
That includes Munfo and that screw-faced-b***h
Y'all are f**k-buddies d**n it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
Scru this ain't Upchurch I'll expose pussies like upskirts
If country singers making you lose
Then come at Shaq one more time
And I'll make you no life Scru
Half you motherf**kers ain't rappers
You're reactors like Joe Budden when he's podcasting
That rap-hat of yours is on backwards
I'm sick of talkin' let's get to rapping
I'm sick of tweetin' you all cappin'
Better call the cabin go fall back
Like trick-or-treatin' it was all sweet till
I light you up like a jack o' lantern
Feed 'em that eating apple Eve and Adam I leave an emcee
With an L-O-S-E in the heat
Of battle elementary level of rappers
All I needed to get beat from you cattle
I wreak the havoc never cease till I see the maggots
Eat you bastards f**king with the most
He's dramatic emcee ever but I seek to damage
How many rappers murdered put the bodies
In the bag they deceased I murked them
Oh s**t I think I see one squirming-it's Dax
So should we leave them breathing or unleash
The demon Lurking peace on Earth is slowly fleeding
World War III is certain 'cause these emcees
Are blind to my skill they can not see like Germans
Everybody thinking that they really 'bout it
When they Twitter-tweetin' all this s**t about me
Keep on talking 'bout me till you catch a bounty
Then they find your body with the chalk around it
Yeah boo-hoo little wack fools
Y'all rap dudes wearing poo-poo pampers
All of y'all been moving weird
I hate motherf**kin' YouTube rappers
Oh God father what have we done
Try and hide you could pray to
The sky or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye
Of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah me and VI we meet again
Round three ain't the same
I've developed a habit of sorts
I'm the type to kill you
Then do a collab with your corpse
Send words at me then I'ma let the ratchet retort
Side bar Scru and Munfu my mandem of course
I will poof you n***as if
I choose to I'm coo-coo n***a
Deuce-Deuce spitter
I hate most of you YouTube n***as
Get stupid if we fall out like a loose tooth n***a
The handy-dandy drawn like Blue's Clues n***a
You're f**king embarrassing you
Don't get etiquette y'all don't know how to act
Do anything for applause till you end up getting clapped
Cornballs don't wanna box but
None of these n***as know how to scrap
F**k n***as that wanna diss but
None of these n***as know how to rap
See the ratchet the blood sucker
If you speaking on me brother
It get popping for the views since
You like leeching off each other
I'll be in the cut watching shaking my head
Same n***as y'all gossip 'bout try breaking the bread
What part of the game is this why y'all n***as so p***y
Keep clacking till I clack it 'cause you've chosen to push me
Cut those versus verses
You'll be rehearsing with all them curses
'Cause most of y'all the nicest motherf**kers in person
These ain't bars I'm just telling
Y'all what all of your lives like
If you sleeping you get plugged lit up like a night light
I'll give it to anybody in this b***h for the profit
Trying to say I ain't the Gawd only shows the false prophets
I'll be where your IP is I'll go door-to-door knocking
To punch you in your mouth and take s**t out your pockets
I'm the whooping that you don't want you'll never be ready
Y'all n***as grown-ass men still looking
Like you get wedgies I'm different
Watch your mouth when speaking my name
You're in arm's reach
The arm's reached so stay out of my range
I won't you I making sure to forget
You when the TEC Pew
You ain't never rap with me I pro'bly don't respect you
YouTube done bred pussies this a venue for a front
Hold my four front blinking at everyone on the forefront
These fast rap n***as that don't say s**t
These n***as that love to tweet about
You but see you and don't say s**t
You get filleted but I don't say s**t
On the side I got lines for all of
Y'all like a K-Swiss
The nicest n***a in this b***h
I'm death to you rappers
Insecurities got you buggin'
Who's protecting you actors
Every play from y'all is scripted
All you f**king do is bitching
Then s**t get real you backpedal and act uplifting
Y'all cornballs and now you hear me speaking to you
You're hearing me pop smoke rest
In peace to the woo it's Brooklyn
And I don't care if you a n***a that does reactions
A Paul's brother KSI I want action
A fake positive YouTube rapper I want action
I'll back-smack you and put it on Twitter I want action
Y'all disgust me and now there's a reason to discuss me
I know some of y'all wanna punch me but won't touch me
Beauty that's trying to f**k me
Rest of you motherf**kers ain't lucky
Oh God father what have we done
Try and hide you could pray
To the sky or you could run
But nobody is escaping
The eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah me and VI we meet again
Round three ain't the same