Your energy's ominous
Anonymous when I move swift
I shit on your confidence
You niggas lack common sense
You try to cop assists with my lyrics
Bitch, you not that slick
They say you soundin' just like me
You homogenous
My flow asserts dominance
My words'll make you splurge
Make you bring me to prominence
I hog instrumentals
You too busy bein' commonest
F*ck XRTIST, bitch,
This project right here is eponymous
And bitch, I'm just a stranger that loves danger Lock you inside a manger endangered
Like I'm a deranged granger
Paul Bearers arrangers
Search for the chambers with rangers
I can't control my anger
Part ways with self-control like an estranger I'm a young bastard that mastered
At bein' dastard
I'll leave you splatted and plastered
All over your dashboard
Not your average rapper
I'll black then start spazzin' on tracks
So wack niggas retract and move backwards
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Where some niggas ain't thorough
Had to jump off the porch like my fellows
Was young and mellow
Never really settled with street shit
Til I saw the metal
I'll let it off and scope your body out bullets
Like Donatello
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
The homie asked me
"What's up with these verses?"
Then he hit me back like
"Autocorrect, I meant the hearses,
Let's work kid"
The baphomet back, I make em nervous
All these niggas talkin' bout I'm opp shoppin'
I'm soul searchin'
I been shittin' on them rappers in your top 5
Motherf*ck the rappers in your top 5
And the rappers in they top 5
You not live, you go against mine?
You cats are not wise
I fry shit and serve with the biscuit,
Welcome to Popeyes
Niggas swear they better than Mike?
That shit is fake news
Bunch of little high rap niggas
With all these fake views
Bubblegum artists with tight pants and
Fake shoes
The flow god bitch
I be bookin' sessions with Jesus
Hey you, y'all better pray for a breakthrough
Been waitin' for a rapper to
Say my name on they tape too
I don't diss back,
We just click-clack and tape you
In the meantime
I been lyin' cause bitch, I'ma berate you,
I hate you
XRTIST f*ck these cowards, I'ma drop em all Kick em in they spine till they body fall
And they start to crawl, eviscerate em
Tearin' off limbs and leave a body sprawled
Like f*ck a pine box,
I'm turnin' niggas to Pine Sol
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Out in Bristol keep my hand on my pistol
If there's issues won't hesitate to up it
Then clip you I'll blitz you won't miss you
If you survive the shots you know your
Bones end up distal
Blow your top with a missile
Body snatcher
F*ck a body catcher
Kidnap your mommy after
And splatter her standing backwards
Lyrical master
My bars leave niggas flabbergasted
Serial blaster
Slugs hit em and they turn alabaster
The people say I'm a dickhead
Because I never hold my tongue
I talk my shit how I want
And back it up with my gun
The war only just begun
Got clips loaded a ton
You rap niggas better run
These shots hotter than the sun
This shit too easy I'm having fun
Call up my thuns bring out the guns
You can get bunned til you done
Even if ya crew spun
Bullets still leave ya crew stunned
You can't rap you been shunned
You want beef these bullets
Will repeatedly hit like reruns
I been that nigga that chilled with guerrillas
Smoking in a villa
With guns the size of Godzilla
You bitches sweeter than vanilla
Go pick ya shit up
Don't ever question my abilities
You'll never know when I'll get ya
Bitch
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
XRTIST - Pine Box (feat. Mike Arson) Lyrics
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English
Your energy's ominous
Anonymous when I move swift
I shit on your confidence
You niggas lack common sense
You try to cop assists with my lyrics
Bitch, you not that slick
They say you soundin' just like me
You homogenous
My flow asserts dominance
My words'll make you splurge
Make you bring me to prominence
I hog instrumentals
You too busy bein' commonest
F*ck XRTIST, bitch,
This project right here is eponymous
And bitch, I'm just a stranger that loves danger Lock you inside a manger endangered
Like I'm a deranged granger
Paul Bearers arrangers
Search for the chambers with rangers
I can't control my anger
Part ways with self-control like an estranger I'm a young bastard that mastered
At bein' dastard
I'll leave you splatted and plastered
All over your dashboard
Not your average rapper
I'll black then start spazzin' on tracks
So wack niggas retract and move backwards
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Where some niggas ain't thorough
Had to jump off the porch like my fellows
Was young and mellow
Never really settled with street shit
Til I saw the metal
I'll let it off and scope your body out bullets
Like Donatello
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
The homie asked me
"What's up with these verses?"
Then he hit me back like
"Autocorrect, I meant the hearses,
Let's work kid"
The baphomet back, I make em nervous
All these niggas talkin' bout I'm opp shoppin'
I'm soul searchin'
I been shittin' on them rappers in your top 5
Motherf*ck the rappers in your top 5
And the rappers in they top 5
You not live, you go against mine?
You cats are not wise
I fry shit and serve with the biscuit,
Welcome to Popeyes
Niggas swear they better than Mike?
That shit is fake news
Bunch of little high rap niggas
With all these fake views
Bubblegum artists with tight pants and
Fake shoes
The flow god bitch
I be bookin' sessions with Jesus
Hey you, y'all better pray for a breakthrough
Been waitin' for a rapper to
Say my name on they tape too
I don't diss back,
We just click-clack and tape you
In the meantime
I been lyin' cause bitch, I'ma berate you,
I hate you
XRTIST f*ck these cowards, I'ma drop em all Kick em in they spine till they body fall
And they start to crawl, eviscerate em
Tearin' off limbs and leave a body sprawled
Like f*ck a pine box,
I'm turnin' niggas to Pine Sol
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Out in Bristol keep my hand on my pistol
If there's issues won't hesitate to up it
Then clip you I'll blitz you won't miss you
If you survive the shots you know your
Bones end up distal
Blow your top with a missile
Body snatcher
F*ck a body catcher
Kidnap your mommy after
And splatter her standing backwards
Lyrical master
My bars leave niggas flabbergasted
Serial blaster
Slugs hit em and they turn alabaster
The people say I'm a dickhead
Because I never hold my tongue
I talk my shit how I want
And back it up with my gun
The war only just begun
Got clips loaded a ton
You rap niggas better run
These shots hotter than the sun
This shit too easy I'm having fun
Call up my thuns bring out the guns
You can get bunned til you done
Even if ya crew spun
Bullets still leave ya crew stunned
You can't rap you been shunned
You want beef these bullets
Will repeatedly hit like reruns
I been that nigga that chilled with guerrillas
Smoking in a villa
With guns the size of Godzilla
You bitches sweeter than vanilla
Go pick ya shit up
Don't ever question my abilities
You'll never know when I'll get ya
Bitch
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Anonymous when I move swift
I shit on your confidence
You niggas lack common sense
You try to cop assists with my lyrics
Bitch, you not that slick
They say you soundin' just like me
You homogenous
My flow asserts dominance
My words'll make you splurge
Make you bring me to prominence
I hog instrumentals
You too busy bein' commonest
F*ck XRTIST, bitch,
This project right here is eponymous
And bitch, I'm just a stranger that loves danger Lock you inside a manger endangered
Like I'm a deranged granger
Paul Bearers arrangers
Search for the chambers with rangers
I can't control my anger
Part ways with self-control like an estranger I'm a young bastard that mastered
At bein' dastard
I'll leave you splatted and plastered
All over your dashboard
Not your average rapper
I'll black then start spazzin' on tracks
So wack niggas retract and move backwards
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Where some niggas ain't thorough
Had to jump off the porch like my fellows
Was young and mellow
Never really settled with street shit
Til I saw the metal
I'll let it off and scope your body out bullets
Like Donatello
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
The homie asked me
"What's up with these verses?"
Then he hit me back like
"Autocorrect, I meant the hearses,
Let's work kid"
The baphomet back, I make em nervous
All these niggas talkin' bout I'm opp shoppin'
I'm soul searchin'
I been shittin' on them rappers in your top 5
Motherf*ck the rappers in your top 5
And the rappers in they top 5
You not live, you go against mine?
You cats are not wise
I fry shit and serve with the biscuit,
Welcome to Popeyes
Niggas swear they better than Mike?
That shit is fake news
Bunch of little high rap niggas
With all these fake views
Bubblegum artists with tight pants and
Fake shoes
The flow god bitch
I be bookin' sessions with Jesus
Hey you, y'all better pray for a breakthrough
Been waitin' for a rapper to
Say my name on they tape too
I don't diss back,
We just click-clack and tape you
In the meantime
I been lyin' cause bitch, I'ma berate you,
I hate you
XRTIST f*ck these cowards, I'ma drop em all Kick em in they spine till they body fall
And they start to crawl, eviscerate em
Tearin' off limbs and leave a body sprawled
Like f*ck a pine box,
I'm turnin' niggas to Pine Sol
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Out in Bristol keep my hand on my pistol
If there's issues won't hesitate to up it
Then clip you I'll blitz you won't miss you
If you survive the shots you know your
Bones end up distal
Blow your top with a missile
Body snatcher
F*ck a body catcher
Kidnap your mommy after
And splatter her standing backwards
Lyrical master
My bars leave niggas flabbergasted
Serial blaster
Slugs hit em and they turn alabaster
The people say I'm a dickhead
Because I never hold my tongue
I talk my shit how I want
And back it up with my gun
The war only just begun
Got clips loaded a ton
You rap niggas better run
These shots hotter than the sun
This shit too easy I'm having fun
Call up my thuns bring out the guns
You can get bunned til you done
Even if ya crew spun
Bullets still leave ya crew stunned
You can't rap you been shunned
You want beef these bullets
Will repeatedly hit like reruns
I been that nigga that chilled with guerrillas
Smoking in a villa
With guns the size of Godzilla
You bitches sweeter than vanilla
Go pick ya shit up
Don't ever question my abilities
You'll never know when I'll get ya
Bitch
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Don't ever play me like I'm pussy
Cause I'm not
Spit out a razor and hit your ass with an ox
Ain't talkin' liquor when I offer body shots These shells'll hit you and leave your ass
In a box of pine
Writer: Lawrence Archambeault, Michael Fields
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: XRTIST
Language: English
Length: 5:29
Written by: Lawrence Archambeault, Michael Fields