Axe Murder Boyz - Who Can Rap lyrics
[Axe Murder Boyz - Who Can Rap lyrics]
Who can rap? Who can-who-who-who can rap?
Come at B-O-N-E-Z
That murder motherfucker that'll cut
You up for sheezy believe me
I'm the type of killer and I'm known
To bust a little something in
Your bitch ass dome
Homegrown, I get the medical weed
I'm in the zone if you need a little all you
Gotta do is hit my phone tell you the truth
I'll probably never pick it up
You got a lot to say and
I don't really give a fuck (What's up?)
Your girlie looking at me like I'm minced
Now I definitely gotta give her the meat
Skeet in the witch
You fucking hate on this G
Try to fucking hit me
Gonna happen to come up missing
I'm pissing, on a dead-neck creep oh stop
Cut you like the jumper so
You always gotta smile
You know you wanna take me home
And let me meet your mom smoking that bomb
Let me be, I'm clearly gone
I might be hella tripping but
B Dubb is helly wrong
Fucking you up with the
Wicked shit you wannabes
Need to get some real shit
To even fuck with these y'all weak, bitch
Yeah, they call me Young Wicked
Skinny killer get under a
Semi-truck and lift it
Use my mind to get inside of psychic visions
I can see the future
And in the future I'm the shiznit
Big difference fucking right
Watch me rip it like the paper you wrote
Your rap on but couldn't spit it
Cause you lack what I'm living
Endless ambition
Can't spell that word without the AMB in it
Yeah, my head's spinning from the fresh
And I feel like I'm the
Best cause nobody contest
Yes I'm sure you will i kill
I'm fat like Uncle Will
I'm like a gas station holding
A hundred dollar bill
I can't change, and Psychopathic's my game
We the picture for success
Try and fit in the frame you know the name
Axe chain hanging under the hatchet man
Looking at the underground through a
Crack in the casket frame (yep)
Please believe I eat the flesh (yup)
My beats and raps relieve the stress and
Bring you back to being fresh
The reaper seen me cheating death
I ran a razor blade beneath they
Face and bleach ya neck
Yep, now what your thoughts on that?
Go ahead, tell me who can rap
Come at B-O-N-E-Z
That murder motherfucker that'll cut
You up for sheezy believe me
I'm the type of killer and I'm known
To bust a little something in
Your bitch ass dome
Homegrown, I get the medical weed
I'm in the zone if you need a little all you
Gotta do is hit my phone tell you the truth
I'll probably never pick it up
You got a lot to say and
I don't really give a fuck (What's up?)
Your girlie looking at me like I'm minced
Now I definitely gotta give her the meat
Skeet in the witch
You fucking hate on this G
Try to fucking hit me
Gonna happen to come up missing
I'm pissing, on a dead-neck creep oh stop
Cut you like the jumper so
You always gotta smile
You know you wanna take me home
And let me meet your mom smoking that bomb
Let me be, I'm clearly gone
I might be hella tripping but
B Dubb is helly wrong
Fucking you up with the
Wicked shit you wannabes
Need to get some real shit
To even fuck with these y'all weak, bitch
Yeah, they call me Young Wicked
Skinny killer get under a
Semi-truck and lift it
Use my mind to get inside of psychic visions
I can see the future
And in the future I'm the shiznit
Big difference fucking right
Watch me rip it like the paper you wrote
Your rap on but couldn't spit it
Cause you lack what I'm living
Endless ambition
Can't spell that word without the AMB in it
Yeah, my head's spinning from the fresh
And I feel like I'm the
Best cause nobody contest
Yes I'm sure you will i kill
I'm fat like Uncle Will
I'm like a gas station holding
A hundred dollar bill
I can't change, and Psychopathic's my game
We the picture for success
Try and fit in the frame you know the name
Axe chain hanging under the hatchet man
Looking at the underground through a
Crack in the casket frame (yep)
Please believe I eat the flesh (yup)
My beats and raps relieve the stress and
Bring you back to being fresh
The reaper seen me cheating death
I ran a razor blade beneath they
Face and bleach ya neck
Yep, now what your thoughts on that?
Go ahead, tell me who can rap