Throwback
Imma take this track back, kick you in your nut sack
F*ck your momma's ass crack
Smack you with a ball bat, whack you with my cock shaft
Hit you with a panick attack so fast you're seeing flat black
I'm just sayin', this semen that I'm sprayin'
So keep that music playin', and keep those titties swinging
Cuz I'm all about that shit, don't ever doubt that shit
You're gettin' hit with this dick quick bitch
And this is me, this is part of who I be
And if you f*ck with me, than be prepared to bleed
You're body I'll relieve of functionality
You're shitty disbelief becomes reality
As I make way for my big black boots
All up in your f*ckin' ass for distorting the truth
The proof be, just me, with a handful of squeeze
I'll bring you to your knees, your mouth all full of please
I'm gonna throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
It's just that I can't take all this mainstream crap
I'd rather give myself a slap then to have to listen to that
Top 40 bullshit, it all sounds the same
So f*ck fame is the name of my game, I'll never change
Muthaf*cka get it right, before you're comin' up gone
For bein' wrong, f*ck a song bitch, bring it on
I'm about to make it sick, like, takin' this fist, right
And maybe a flashlight for better eyesight
And all up in your ass I'mma go spelunkin'
I ain't f*ckin' around, I'm breakin' you down
Just like a pound on my tray, rippin away just like a maniac
Brains and ass splatter bath bitch ass
You faggot f*ckers best get outta my way, or I'm makin you pay
So take that to your grave
Or maybe I just might deliver, I'm the shiver in your spine
When bad thoughts hit your mind, muthaf*cka
I'm gonna throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
So here I go, with a show of my roots
I'm lacin' up my boots backwards, feeling like a bastard
Attacking people haphazard
Treat you like your dad did and beat your ass retarded
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
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Throwback
Imma take this track back, kick you in your nut sack
F*ck your momma's ass crack
Smack you with a ball bat, whack you with my cock shaft
Hit you with a panick attack so fast you're seeing flat black
I'm just sayin', this semen that I'm sprayin'
So keep that music playin', and keep those titties swinging
Cuz I'm all about that shit, don't ever doubt that shit
You're gettin' hit with this dick quick bitch
And this is me, this is part of who I be
And if you f*ck with me, than be prepared to bleed
You're body I'll relieve of functionality
You're shitty disbelief becomes reality
As I make way for my big black boots
All up in your f*ckin' ass for distorting the truth
The proof be, just me, with a handful of squeeze
I'll bring you to your knees, your mouth all full of please
I'm gonna throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
It's just that I can't take all this mainstream crap
I'd rather give myself a slap then to have to listen to that
Top 40 bullshit, it all sounds the same
So f*ck fame is the name of my game, I'll never change
Muthaf*cka get it right, before you're comin' up gone
For bein' wrong, f*ck a song bitch, bring it on
I'm about to make it sick, like, takin' this fist, right
And maybe a flashlight for better eyesight
And all up in your ass I'mma go spelunkin'
I ain't f*ckin' around, I'm breakin' you down
Just like a pound on my tray, rippin away just like a maniac
Brains and ass splatter bath bitch ass
You faggot f*ckers best get outta my way, or I'm makin you pay
So take that to your grave
Or maybe I just might deliver, I'm the shiver in your spine
When bad thoughts hit your mind, muthaf*cka
I'm gonna throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
So here I go, with a show of my roots
I'm lacin' up my boots backwards, feeling like a bastard
Attacking people haphazard
Treat you like your dad did and beat your ass retarded
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Imma take this track back, kick you in your nut sack
F*ck your momma's ass crack
Smack you with a ball bat, whack you with my cock shaft
Hit you with a panick attack so fast you're seeing flat black
I'm just sayin', this semen that I'm sprayin'
So keep that music playin', and keep those titties swinging
Cuz I'm all about that shit, don't ever doubt that shit
You're gettin' hit with this dick quick bitch
And this is me, this is part of who I be
And if you f*ck with me, than be prepared to bleed
You're body I'll relieve of functionality
You're shitty disbelief becomes reality
As I make way for my big black boots
All up in your f*ckin' ass for distorting the truth
The proof be, just me, with a handful of squeeze
I'll bring you to your knees, your mouth all full of please
I'm gonna throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
It's just that I can't take all this mainstream crap
I'd rather give myself a slap then to have to listen to that
Top 40 bullshit, it all sounds the same
So f*ck fame is the name of my game, I'll never change
Muthaf*cka get it right, before you're comin' up gone
For bein' wrong, f*ck a song bitch, bring it on
I'm about to make it sick, like, takin' this fist, right
And maybe a flashlight for better eyesight
And all up in your ass I'mma go spelunkin'
I ain't f*ckin' around, I'm breakin' you down
Just like a pound on my tray, rippin away just like a maniac
Brains and ass splatter bath bitch ass
You faggot f*ckers best get outta my way, or I'm makin you pay
So take that to your grave
Or maybe I just might deliver, I'm the shiver in your spine
When bad thoughts hit your mind, muthaf*cka
I'm gonna throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
So here I go, with a show of my roots
I'm lacin' up my boots backwards, feeling like a bastard
Attacking people haphazard
Treat you like your dad did and beat your ass retarded
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Talkin' 'bout a throwback
I'm about to go back
Writer: Westley Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid