KSI - Adam’s Apple lyrics

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
These niggas ain't ready!
You wanted this, amigo yeah

End of this
You're gonna really want to kill me
End of this
Your fans are really gonna feel me
Never miss whenever suckers wanna grill me
Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click
Click i didn't really wanna do this
So my fans be sayin', "Who this?"
But they really wanna view this
Know you're dyin' when I shoot this
Had your ex all in my DMs
Pillow talkin' in the DMs
Trust me, nigga, take a seat
Gonna have this on repeat
Naga Viper with the heat
Mr z Man on the beat
Adam had to eat the apple
Time to kill him in a chapel
Adam really shit the bed
How you gonna shit the bed?
Alesa told me you were cryin'
Nigga, this shit had me dyin'
Had to clean up all your noodles
I expect that from a poodle
And you know the best part?
Adam thought it was a fart
Damn, nigga, haven't even pulled the trigger
You should never try to diss the nigga
One-seven milli', still I'm bigger
I don't care about your bank report
At least I'm never payin' child support
But why your baby mama sayin' that
You ain't even payin' that? Ain't a game
So you never feel like playin' that?
Stop the music, bitch
And go back to blocks, you'll make more money
And when it comes to shocks
I got more comin'
When it comes to cocks, you a small summin'
When it comes to flops
You're the first running
When it comes to pops
You ain't there sonnin'
Nigga, tell me why the
Fuck you're cuttin' yourself?
How you're gonna be a dad
When you're cuttin' yourself?
But it's not all you're doin'
You fucked up and I know you're brewin'
Time to reminisce, I hope you're hearin' this
I didn't wanna be the one
To be out blarin' this
But fuck it, behind the mask, you're a prick
What you did made me sick
Smearin' blood on this chick
Yeah, let's talk about Dawn
Slappin' and choking from dusk till dawn
Then blaming your alter-egos
What the fuck? That's not cool, amigo
"That's not Adam, that was John that hit you"
"That's not Adam
That was Shaun that beat you"
"That's not Adam"– nah, fuck you, Adam
Any woman beater gets the fucking heater
RIP like Rita, hope you like my feature
That's your baby mama
Flew her over just to end the saga
KSI, I'm the king of drama
Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
You will always be a dreadful father
Post Malone, he ain't savin' shit
Your tattoos are shit, chronic masturbator
Comin' now and later
Why you horny looking at an
Alligator? I'm your violator
This the bar on my mission
Nothin' can save your dead vision, bitch!

Ayy, ayy ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy gG, motherfucker