64 Bars of Carnage 3

Описание: Lyrics
Bench press rap, let me push the bar, bring the hoo haa, all in check like woo hah, know a lotta mo fuckers don’t say I go hard, show em King Kong dick, have em saying oh god,

He the man, kicking goals, fuck amanda bynes, he ruin kids whole careers like amandas lines, they see through like the walls of pantomime, I bring goosebumps bitch like I’m r l Stein,

Who the fuck am I, it’s the i v a, n double o z e, makin mayhem, amen, like the Rugrats little playpen, always break out, I can never be caged in,

I am future, raven told me, rap game like a Scooby doo mystery, cause they act like beasts, projects only ghosts, I was scared for minute, in the end they toast,

Get caught, unmasked like a Gilchrist catch, I’m the one like big Shaq doing quick maths,
I’m raw like ras kass, you talking that trash, i bin em like laden, have the last laugh,

I rock threw these cities, causing rampage, albino gorilla, inhaling green spray, mayday, oi vay, leave no leeway, I’m tighter than a jewish virgins pussy,

Ahhh, if uzi were to stop right here, it’d still be doper than any album this year, cause I spit crack rock, that drug ya laptop, addict ya to my hits, until ya heart stop,

So sharp with my points, I don’t disappoint, lift people like hoists, who don’t have a voice, my choice is for me, You dudes torn between, freeing yourself or Gucci on seems,

My scene is the poor and unfortunate, we don’t own nice cars, no mortgages, we tell tales after work of these work place jerks, who works us like dogs till we dead in earth dirt,

And our worth so much more, it’s priceless, like the day hip hop lost big Sean p, so I’m out here altering reality, I brought the almanac back, maybe live my dreams,

Little bitch, stupid ass bitch, little dumb mo fucking stupid ass bitch, I tackle more feats than podiatrists, your work is vile like scientists,

Sure on the flip, understand what ya doing, but don’t get confused when the tube ain’t viewing,

There’s no improvement, your friends just jims, every last name carrey, bunch of yes men,

I ain’t nothing them, Nah nothing like them, I channel dead legends into fountain pens, each verse reverse minds of commandment 10, The social alien could be Canadian,

Yeah I’m the nicest, coming in ya iris, share me on devices, value for ya prices, hold a lotta secrets like eleven and herbs spices, to leave bodies stiffer than some aged arthritis,

With phenomal ability, I come in on a killing spree, I got the kind of chemistry to amplify your jealously,

My remedies and melodies attracting big celebrities, I’m crusin’ with penelopes, they want my baby recipe,

So head blowin up in that car like kennedy, sorry that you had injure infidelity, but if you are an enemy then that’s the penalty, so kiss ya bitch good night and make a mental memory,

No man gon fuck with my destiny, I rockstar like mo fucking deputy, be killing more kids than a damn vasectomy, my energy leave side effects of ecstasy,

I gotta a tendency to go off the chain like houdini which make hoes say my name, like I’m Beyoncé knolls, where my singles ladies, sure I’ll put a ring on it, to prevent a baby, HAAA

It’s crazy I’m still underdog when I alpha any bitch who test my pedigree, only go head to head if you bring a pay check then I’m straight to the bank yelling open sesame,

Let it be, you lost, I won, that’s it, undefeatable like thanos with 6 on the gauntlet, Connor McGregor crossed with stone cold Austin, the king of shit talk, yet I’m still walken,

Can’t stop, won’t stop, leg up on the competition like hopstoch, I’m the cream of the crop, you a hand job, only every feel yourself, we in parallel worlds, go fuck yourself,

And farewell for now,

One last thing,

I got a brand new ep coming spring

or maybe coming winter, i dont even know, all i know is carnage 3 is over yeyo.