Ham Sandwich (USA), Shwabadi, Breeton Boi - Esper lyrics

[Ham Sandwich USA, Shwabadi, Breeton Boi - Esper lyrics]

I'm a handful, pack more punch than a shottie
Dan Bull
Way that I've been changing for the Broccoli
Cavill, how I'm going Super for the posse
Bashful, looking like a shy Rock Lee
Esper, that means anything you
Tryna do I do it better
Facing me's like track and field and
You don't have the leg work
Y'all look like some baka and
Your brain's a smoother texture
Reigen Arataka, any field
I'm still the expert
I'm on adventures been killing these trolls
I'm like a Census, I keep me a poll
Step in the sensors, get triggers involved
Losing my sеnses, the feelings dissolve
I might lеt the fire loose
I could take what I want with no IOU
Weaponised mental, high IQ
You think your mob crazy? My Mob Psycho too

Wet 'em up, leave my foes all christened
They drop with no contact, social distance
Body improvement, the metal get lifted
The round split U like nuclear fission
Wet 'em up, leave my foes all christened
They drop with no contact, social distance
Body improvement, the metal get lifted
The round split U like nuclear fission

Uh, Carl Jung cus I'm all about my psyche
The K send rounds to your top like Saiki
Straight to the point
Blocking haters like I'm Ty Lee
Drip like poison, plain White T, uh
Hey there Delilah, talking to shorties
Is not in my style, got
More weapons than Byleth, though I'm
Not one for the violence, uh
Flier than pilots, I got the haircut
The bowl looking finest
They'll ask for the stylist
But keep it low key like a Frost Giant
I do the most, see
But most of y'all don't even know me
Hit 'em with Force - Obi
You know that I be the One - Kenobi
If they acting flashy
Then I end 'em like Adobe
If they try to pass me, then they fade away
Kobe one hundred emoji, I'm keeping it real
And I'm not gonna flex like a Shinobi
How I stay hid from the opposite sex
Hanazawa coming from the top of the head
Wallflower, but trust me
I am not one to test

Wet 'em up, leave my foes all christened
They drop with no contact, social distance
Body improvement, the metal get lifted
The round split U like nuclear fission
Wet 'em up, leave my foes all christened
They drop with no contact, social distance
Body improvement, the metal get lifted
The round split U like nuclear fission

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