Not Klyde, Witnez - Blasted, Huh? lyrics

Great, nothing better than a
Soaking wet costume (Yuchk)

Blasted, Huh
Little homie feelin' bombastic, huh
Hit the Billie Jean,  dancing
He feel ecstatic, Huh
Got the pen and pad and he feelin' creative
Huh don't run in my house with
Your dirty 350's on, Uh
Look at my eyes, I'm a Asian
You take 'em off
I got the Glock, it's a ESV
Didn't you hear it? We shoot 'em like
De-de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de
King Dedede, who do you main? I'm smashin'
I got the steel, it's passion
Driven, determined, desire
We hop in a Datsun, drivin' wait
De-de-de, driven, determined
Desire, I said King i said Datsun
The King of Kings, Son Of Man
Hung on the cross for the damned
And you bet that that's Passion

Blasted blasted
Blasted uh uh uh
Blasted yeah
Ha ha ha

Yeah, blasted, uh
Little homie feelin' bombastic, uh
Hit the Billie Jean dancin'
He feel ecstatic, Uh
Got the pen and pad and he feelin' creative
(uhh) don't run in my house with
Your dirty 350's on
Look at my eyes, I'm a Asian
You take 'em off
I got the Glock, it's a ESV
Didn't you hear it? We shoot 'em like
De-de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de (Uhh)
King Di-di-di, who do you main?
I'm smashin'
I got the steel, it's passion
Driven, determined, desire
We hop in a Datsun, drivin' (Uhh) wait
Di-di-di, driven, determined
Desire, I said King i said Datsun
The King of Kings, Son Of Man
Hung on the cross for the damned
And you bet that that's passion (uhh)

Bibliya Sa Kamay not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde

Ayy ayy ayy
Ayy ayy, ayy uh, blasted, uh
Little homie feel like the
Four, I feel fantastic, Uh
Run up on me, you can have it, uh
You shoulda known I'm a savage, shuh, shuh
I'm wreakin' havoc, uh
Who do you main, man I'm smashin', yeah
Don't act like you ain't ev'n knows, yeah
Settin' it up for the bros, huh
Okay, like yeah
I don't do the double cup, uh
Shoutout Slump God, uh
I feelin' high like a tide, pod
Lately, I feel like a mime, wow
Boy gotta show you out the boat, uh
Shoutout to God, He the goat, uh
Try to vert me I could throw it, uh

Don't run in my house with
Those dirty 350's on yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I said don't run in my house
With those dirty 350's on
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah