Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Got a chick from the south, no Morley's
She like's Dixy's so I serve her raw meat
Pause, please, and be discreet
If you are what you eat then I'm a sexy beast (Tammy)
Trick or treat
Hop out the ghost, I'm looking scary
This the last chance saloon, throw a Hail Mary
Put you out your misery, it's all veterinary (Ching ching)
Talk you though it while I do it like commentary
Uh, yeah, no Martin Tyler
Where'd your girl Aguero
I'm right beside her
(What a hit son!)
And she's quite the smiler
Where'd your girl Aguero
I'm right beside her
Keep no stainless that's my cutlery
Cut the beat, its painless cause the flow be f*cking buttery
Utterly, replace these famous rappers with some other Gs
My O's multiply in secret they practice adultery
Up to me, they fit the game like an OJ glove
I gon' hit your brain like the cocaine does
I be spitting flames like a propane pump, ok chump
Paper (Six figures?) its an ok sum
Always open, like the corner store
I don't need no toke to send you coursing to the coroner
Life a f*cking hallway, one door at the end or the corridor
Tore it off the hinges, the more they call me a foreigner
Django, except I'll shoot a bitch
Cruising M2, giving f*ck yous to UKIP
Too sick, better mark my words like you tutoring
Imma stay spraying straight bars like a router is
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
I come with the food like I'm Nandos
Not moving no white from durango
Only white thats moving, is me
On this type beat - no accelerando
This heat ain't hype its superlative
Super latex - pockets are laden with
Not only that - they're plumb fulla jack
Don't sip lean or wine no grapes of wrath
Not just wrath, I inspire fear on a
Track like dynamo and they disapear
Cause my lexis dynamic, I'm making 'em panic
All paranoid from that satanic botanical
Animal, Imma lion, Imma leo
Top of the chain with those acids amino
Big in the game like Q Tarantino
Counting, ball on a bitch like Torino
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
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Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Got a chick from the south, no Morley's
She like's Dixy's so I serve her raw meat
Pause, please, and be discreet
If you are what you eat then I'm a sexy beast (Tammy)
Trick or treat
Hop out the ghost, I'm looking scary
This the last chance saloon, throw a Hail Mary
Put you out your misery, it's all veterinary (Ching ching)
Talk you though it while I do it like commentary
Uh, yeah, no Martin Tyler
Where'd your girl Aguero
I'm right beside her
(What a hit son!)
And she's quite the smiler
Where'd your girl Aguero
I'm right beside her
Keep no stainless that's my cutlery
Cut the beat, its painless cause the flow be f*cking buttery
Utterly, replace these famous rappers with some other Gs
My O's multiply in secret they practice adultery
Up to me, they fit the game like an OJ glove
I gon' hit your brain like the cocaine does
I be spitting flames like a propane pump, ok chump
Paper (Six figures?) its an ok sum
Always open, like the corner store
I don't need no toke to send you coursing to the coroner
Life a f*cking hallway, one door at the end or the corridor
Tore it off the hinges, the more they call me a foreigner
Django, except I'll shoot a bitch
Cruising M2, giving f*ck yous to UKIP
Too sick, better mark my words like you tutoring
Imma stay spraying straight bars like a router is
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
I come with the food like I'm Nandos
Not moving no white from durango
Only white thats moving, is me
On this type beat - no accelerando
This heat ain't hype its superlative
Super latex - pockets are laden with
Not only that - they're plumb fulla jack
Don't sip lean or wine no grapes of wrath
Not just wrath, I inspire fear on a
Track like dynamo and they disapear
Cause my lexis dynamic, I'm making 'em panic
All paranoid from that satanic botanical
Animal, Imma lion, Imma leo
Top of the chain with those acids amino
Big in the game like Q Tarantino
Counting, ball on a bitch like Torino
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Got a chick from the south, no Morley's
She like's Dixy's so I serve her raw meat
Pause, please, and be discreet
If you are what you eat then I'm a sexy beast (Tammy)
Trick or treat
Hop out the ghost, I'm looking scary
This the last chance saloon, throw a Hail Mary
Put you out your misery, it's all veterinary (Ching ching)
Talk you though it while I do it like commentary
Uh, yeah, no Martin Tyler
Where'd your girl Aguero
I'm right beside her
(What a hit son!)
And she's quite the smiler
Where'd your girl Aguero
I'm right beside her
Keep no stainless that's my cutlery
Cut the beat, its painless cause the flow be f*cking buttery
Utterly, replace these famous rappers with some other Gs
My O's multiply in secret they practice adultery
Up to me, they fit the game like an OJ glove
I gon' hit your brain like the cocaine does
I be spitting flames like a propane pump, ok chump
Paper (Six figures?) its an ok sum
Always open, like the corner store
I don't need no toke to send you coursing to the coroner
Life a f*cking hallway, one door at the end or the corridor
Tore it off the hinges, the more they call me a foreigner
Django, except I'll shoot a bitch
Cruising M2, giving f*ck yous to UKIP
Too sick, better mark my words like you tutoring
Imma stay spraying straight bars like a router is
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
I come with the food like I'm Nandos
Not moving no white from durango
Only white thats moving, is me
On this type beat - no accelerando
This heat ain't hype its superlative
Super latex - pockets are laden with
Not only that - they're plumb fulla jack
Don't sip lean or wine no grapes of wrath
Not just wrath, I inspire fear on a
Track like dynamo and they disapear
Cause my lexis dynamic, I'm making 'em panic
All paranoid from that satanic botanical
Animal, Imma lion, Imma leo
Top of the chain with those acids amino
Big in the game like Q Tarantino
Counting, ball on a bitch like Torino
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Give a blonde my sword, that shit look like kill Bill
Me and dogs die man, hit you for a quick mil
My girl a snack, and I rap, still, and we gon' peel
My boys done ate up candy-land; I call that shit a meal deal
Writer: H Tanner, J Masson, M Vanlint
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid