Xersize - Rocky Lyrics

Say what you will but I'm coming for the kill
I'm always on the move, I'm never standing still
Taking everybody I consider competition
Then I put'em in the body bag and giving you the thrill
Ain't nobody better, you can put me to the test
Beating everybody while I'm beating on my chest
Listen to the beat and to the lyrics and the rest
You must be an idiot if you're not impressed
Wait, let me slow it down
Take a little break from the stress of the town
Take it real easy, these MC's frown
When they see me make hits better than Chris Brown
Beating you bitches senseless then it's
Of to the ATL making friends, yes
Making a hit with Kato, they know
I'm gonna blow and steal the show
Ain't no other way that this could ever go
You better Google me so you know
I bring the competition with a great damn flow
Think it'll be my end? Hell no
You better think again if you think that
I give a damn about how you pack stacks
If you come at me with them lame ass whack raps
I'mma attack like Bush did Iraq
Hit'em from the front, from the side, from the back
Take a little time to reload then BRRACK
Taking no captives, murder beats, that's it
Matter of fact is I'm like an addict
This is my addiction, killing competition
This is my life, I don't write fiction
This ain't no Twilight shit, I don't glisten
But I'll take your livelihood, that's my mission
I'm aiming at the top, homie, you can never stop me
I'm not on a label so nobody can drop me
This is hip hop, G, you can call me cocky
But if you wanna knock me I'll beat your ass like Rocky
People tryna put me down ever since day one
Look at where I'm at, can you really say that they won?
I'm the hottest thing coming up from under the sun
Hotter than a pair of twin sisters, even more fun
Better take notes when you see what I do
When I do what I do when I'm schooling you fools
The cannon is loose and the screws are too
That doesn't mean there's no room to improve
There's always gonna be someone better than you
Hi! I'm him, how do you do?
Martin's the name, rapping's my tool
But you can call me Ice cause I'm just that cool
Pedal to the metal, got more gas than a Nazi
Playing everybody like a game of Yahtzee
Don't be offended it's just a rap song
Matter of fact, let's all sing along
Let's have some fun, this beat is magic
All you other rappers make me sick
Playing the game with your gangsta schtick
Not even saying words anymore, you prick
Screw you, punk, and f*ck your couch
Ya'll turning me into Oscar the Grouch
You getting me pissed with your lame ass lyrics
It's like you kids not even being serious
Would you at least stop mumbling, please
Articulate what you're saying, geez
It's just a word, what is your beef
With being understood in your songs, you queef
I'm about to turn your fans into haters
When I leave you dead on the side of the pavement
Collecting my checks and your tears as payment
But that's it for me, I'm out, see you later
I'm off to Atlanta to hang with Kato
Building my kingdom through your stereo
Turn it up, man, there we go
No Sucka's up in this, yeah, they know
I'm aiming at the top, homie, you can never stop me
I'm not on a label so nobody can drop me
This is hip hop, G, you can call me cocky
But if you wanna knock me I'll beat your ass like Rocky