Q Strange, Lens - Brass Knuckle Shit lyrics

Some say that I'm trash and have the
Nerve to say my shit is garbage
All this pain, no mind
And blow me off like a Nintendo cartridge
Honestly there's others who've been down
Since when I started
And stay loyal even when I let
Them down and was retarded
Only known I'm stayin' solid, Agent Orange
Sunkist cuckold, said fuck, blow
I wanna bump this
That's what's up, grab your cup
Show respect and raise your glass
I'm gonna slap that motherfuckin'
Shit outta your hand just to make a splash
Take the cash, steal your bitch
Only spit the realest shit
Serious, y'all motherfuckers got no clue
Who you dеalin' with lyrics sick when I drop
But bye Z, my team shinе on the streets
High beams, get on that stage and die


While y'all just plagiarize
I keep it hard but y'all are soft
B-B-Baby thighs look in the haters' eyes and
See the rage inside
To see a Scumbag Superstar
That's on the rise!

Bang your head to this
Fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know
Who they're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick
Start punchin' shit you know what it is
This fuckin' brass knuckle shit

In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit
Punch we don't give a fuck
We had it with that brass knuckle shit!

Okay, well I am Lens, hello
It's nice to meet ya
I brought my brass knuckles to
This Q Strange feature
I'm a creature that'll beat ya
Eat ya like a slice of pizza
Chasin' tangles like a reefer
I am aether in this sneaker
Runnin' high, no I am people
I mean pepper but whatever
Like the devil get a fever and
They say that I'm on fire
But I swear I'm off the meter
You can tell her suck my dick
Make her choke on my urethra cuz'
The way she pickin' pickle peppers
Thought her name was Peter
Become the leader of my genre
Well, as if I had one
You know I couldn't give a fuck
Even if I had one
The game is full of Frito Lays
So I'm tryna bag some
Beat you 'till you out of breath as
If you had a bad lung
Stomp you, kick you, puncture, fuck you
Pullin' out your damn tongue
I swear that I am shammed, son
You can get your ass kicked
I will put you in your mouth
I'm handing out that bread, shit
Did you know we 'bout to crash it?

Bang your head to this
Fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know
Who they're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick
Start punchin' shit you know what it is
This fuckin' brass knuckle shit

In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit
Punch we don't give a fuck
We had it with that brass knuckle shit!

Takin' a break from the game
But hey I know they say that Lens' pathetic
Banging at you
Hatin' the way as if you was an interaction
Here's the record, 'bout to set it off
I'm on a winnin' streak
You look like a dummy
Like a chubby kid in skinny jeans
Anybody wanna stand up to the kid when I'm
Up in the building speak your peace?

That's what I thought, now take your seats!
Hit hard
Making craters like an asteroid rock
Now the game is seeing more fuckin'
Change than a coin slot
All the weight I need to motivate myself
But no I ain't
Notice I'm the dopest, only hopeless
Cuz' I've thrown away
Every hope and dream and goal I had
In life and so I pray
God just let me make it in this
Game before I'm on a grave
I treat my dreams like hoes
I only sleep with them
Now I've gotta go and make 'em work for me
And so I'm standin' pimpin'
Call me a rap behemoth
Seepin' from beneath the streets
And let me see you people throw it
Up as if you was bulimic

Bang your head to this
Fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know
Who they're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick
Start punchin' shit you know what it is
This fuckin' brass knuckle shit

In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit
Punch we don't give a fuck
We had it with that brass knuckle shit!