Jay Midas - Kool-Aid Man The Way My Mental Is Crashing (feat. Tree Wizzard) Lyrics

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Bullets from my steel, some, b-bullets from my steel, some
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Bandaid on my heart, watch this shawty rip it off
'Cause I know she only likes it rough when she is getting off
Get it off, oh my God, my opps ain't biting like they bark
Boy, I think I'm f*cking tripping 'cause I see shit in the dark
They comparing me to Christ, but I don't think that it's fair
'Cause I did more f*cking work than him before my balls grew hair
Shit, I'm up against the reaper, no, I never I drop my stare
And I think that God's afraid of me because he never comes to earth, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They a flock of sheep, running away like I'ma shepherd's pie
She say she not my enemy while gripping on a f*cking .nine
She ask me what's my sign? I say"Fugu 'til I die"
Sucking on my dick like it's a milkshake from the Five Guys
Yeah, watch me on the come up, standing out like I'm a mesa
Proposing in my socks because I'll never crease my sneakers
She giving godly brain, it's turning me into a heathen
I'm sleeping like a dog while I dream of my next feature

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Bullets from my steel, some, b-bullets from my steel, some
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Me and Jay Midas on the mic, we on a mission, uh
Whipping up the beat when I'm cooking in the kitchen, uh
Pushing rappers down like I'm a Minecraft piston, uh
So, you better watch out when you see us in the distance, uh
'Cause it will be a field day catching rappers like we're fishing, uh
What you gonna do about it? Soundgarden song"Attrition", uh
So, when our song comes on, put your earphones in and listen, uh
'Cause me and Jay Midas, you don't even know what you're missing, uh
Our song is fresh not moldy like the cheese called 'the Stilton'
Cooking up the beat, it's delicious like a meal done right
The secret formula, you wanna steal like you're Sheldon
The way I rip the mic, like an orange when I peel them
Discreet sound and smooth like when a drug deals done
Wait, Enzo Amore just changed his name to Real1?
So, get your god damn heads off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, son

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Bullets from my steel, some, b-bullets from my steel, some
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some