Kid Vishis, Royce da 5'9" - Coward lyrics
[Kid Vishis, Royce da 5'9" - Coward lyrics]
Aww shit oh
Oh kid Vishis
I'm the prince yeah
New niggas dress like women
Acting like that's fresh
You young thugs got so much to address
That's a mess, ain't you gangsta with it?
How you gon' bang with
Vishis when you're gangstalicious?
You're just a young fella
Don't try to stop the
Apocalypse with your umbrella
Shock ya shit when I fuck a clip at your ear
Then ask you, "what did the gun tell ya?"
It said, "bye"
Doctor said I would be stillborn
But I was still born with little horns
And minions that will kill for ‘em
About millions in real form
You’re over the hill, cause your skills gone
I'm the prince, kneel before 'em
So don’t fuck with that
They say "every swing Vishis will end and
Break everything into your bucket hat"
‘Cause you suck at rap, up front and in fact
The gat will kick, like a punter but no one
Will be running it back
My mic sounds nice, but why you so mean?
Mind your fucking business
Or take one for the team
I am sick, MCs sleep on me
I am the pitch to your dreams
He a killer to you
To me? He a motherfucking coward
Ask him why he ain’t collide with Vish
He’ll tell you
‘Cause he a motherfucking coward
Fresh off the block nigga
Never knew a man until you fucked his ex
Then he starts acting like a mark
I show up to his territory, draw an X
Mark the spot give you a head start then you
Going head first off the, dogma
Time is money, I'm never off the clock
I'm awkward as a sarcophagus
Locked in a coffin
I'm opposite, a Cyclops with a horn
Armed like Optimus Prime in
My supernatural form like, oculus
Fiends is watching it
Prostitute shares be knocking it
Ridiculous senior citizens in chairs
Be rocking it
Yeah, but we ain't stopping it there
You would rather have me shoot at your
Feet than hop in the square
For you opt to hop in that square
Circle with brothers who box
I can just dare niggas to
Just stop and just stare pam, pam, pam
That's the sound of a clown getting
Pounded out of the fucking Audi
And it comes down to him being a coward
He a killer to you
To me? He a motherfucking coward
Ask him why he ain’t collide with Vish
He’ll tell you
‘Cause he a motherfucking coward
Yeah, any nigga he wit saying
He could beat Vish
Beavis, tell them buttheads I said "eat shit"
We don't choose to cruise to fool music
I'd say lyrics ain't cool, too
If I couldn't do it
You ain't the bomb, you ain't no expert
The tec squirt and knock you
Out your Kanye West skirt
You not a G, I don't like aggressive raps
That's because the type of male
You are is a fee
Get it? Female, going to detail
Your girl will sell like retail as
I derail from the facts you weak as hell
I whip beats with six speech through speakers
Pig squeak, your lips deep and shit's creek
He don't want a feature, how?
Cause they know the punches come
Like a bus driver "You going to jail now"
He gonna be known for getting
Hit and fell down
But well, clown, cut up your kidney, cut up
My advice, shut the fuck up
Pucker up with my gun but your fun's up
Run your funds, chump
Better be one lumped sum or
You'll get some lumps
Are you not entertained, I’m the
Syringe to your jugular vein, goodbye
Oh kid Vishis
I'm the prince yeah
New niggas dress like women
Acting like that's fresh
You young thugs got so much to address
That's a mess, ain't you gangsta with it?
How you gon' bang with
Vishis when you're gangstalicious?
You're just a young fella
Don't try to stop the
Apocalypse with your umbrella
Shock ya shit when I fuck a clip at your ear
Then ask you, "what did the gun tell ya?"
It said, "bye"
Doctor said I would be stillborn
But I was still born with little horns
And minions that will kill for ‘em
About millions in real form
You’re over the hill, cause your skills gone
I'm the prince, kneel before 'em
So don’t fuck with that
They say "every swing Vishis will end and
Break everything into your bucket hat"
‘Cause you suck at rap, up front and in fact
The gat will kick, like a punter but no one
Will be running it back
My mic sounds nice, but why you so mean?
Mind your fucking business
Or take one for the team
I am sick, MCs sleep on me
I am the pitch to your dreams
He a killer to you
To me? He a motherfucking coward
Ask him why he ain’t collide with Vish
He’ll tell you
‘Cause he a motherfucking coward
Fresh off the block nigga
Never knew a man until you fucked his ex
Then he starts acting like a mark
I show up to his territory, draw an X
Mark the spot give you a head start then you
Going head first off the, dogma
Time is money, I'm never off the clock
I'm awkward as a sarcophagus
Locked in a coffin
I'm opposite, a Cyclops with a horn
Armed like Optimus Prime in
My supernatural form like, oculus
Fiends is watching it
Prostitute shares be knocking it
Ridiculous senior citizens in chairs
Be rocking it
Yeah, but we ain't stopping it there
You would rather have me shoot at your
Feet than hop in the square
For you opt to hop in that square
Circle with brothers who box
I can just dare niggas to
Just stop and just stare pam, pam, pam
That's the sound of a clown getting
Pounded out of the fucking Audi
And it comes down to him being a coward
He a killer to you
To me? He a motherfucking coward
Ask him why he ain’t collide with Vish
He’ll tell you
‘Cause he a motherfucking coward
Yeah, any nigga he wit saying
He could beat Vish
Beavis, tell them buttheads I said "eat shit"
We don't choose to cruise to fool music
I'd say lyrics ain't cool, too
If I couldn't do it
You ain't the bomb, you ain't no expert
The tec squirt and knock you
Out your Kanye West skirt
You not a G, I don't like aggressive raps
That's because the type of male
You are is a fee
Get it? Female, going to detail
Your girl will sell like retail as
I derail from the facts you weak as hell
I whip beats with six speech through speakers
Pig squeak, your lips deep and shit's creek
He don't want a feature, how?
Cause they know the punches come
Like a bus driver "You going to jail now"
He gonna be known for getting
Hit and fell down
But well, clown, cut up your kidney, cut up
My advice, shut the fuck up
Pucker up with my gun but your fun's up
Run your funds, chump
Better be one lumped sum or
You'll get some lumps
Are you not entertained, I’m the
Syringe to your jugular vein, goodbye