Shwabadi, Pe$o Pete - Enma lyrics

Aye, Badi, PE$O, yuh why it sound like-
Oh, so you just gonna take my tag?
Yeah you get it, okay okay, look

Ay, look at me wrong, you get defaced
Take off their head and replace it
 deep fake i copped a milly, broke bitch
 you don't relate
Smoke like a rasta, you catching a green fade
He telling Fabvl's think he
Survive Three Blades cut him in half just
Like prices at cheapskates
You couldn't match
I don't even unsheath blades
No sword style, I swing and his teeth break
I passed the mic up to PE$O cause
I got the stick from Ryuma
This shit is a relay
Chop get you cropped out the shot with no
Retakes, this shit a sport to me
Play you like EA
Beating his ass, he get packed like
A breifcase, yelling out Enma
I cut em like cheesecake
Hometown kicking, we came from the east way
Spin his shit, flipped, chopped, shit
I'm a DJ
Ooh, fighting with this type of Haki, man
Don't get involved sugar ain't sweet
You get stitched like a doll
Running a fade, how my problems get solved
Pilfer your liquor, I'm chugging it all
All this green in my head, man
I keep getting lost
I might be Nami, the stick got 'em shocked
If you start talking I'm cutting
If you start talking I'm cutting you off!
Enma, the metal got separate
Bodies like continental drift
On my mental shit leave no evidence
War my medicine haki make three black bars
Like it's censorship
Haki make three black bars
Like you scribbled out sentences
Best in the crew and you
Don't have a membership
Man or woman, this blades aim is genderless
An equal opportunity fade, man, I'm feminist
Hack and I slash
Make em crash for my benefit
Fuck with my regiment
Leaving him pieced on the premises
Two years, two more blades was the genesis
Now on my Enma shit
Name out my nemesis, difference is evident
Cut him in sections, turn body to evidence
Ain't a long list of hit's
Could be better than
Ain't a lotta hit's till Jit's is irrelevant
Yuh, what he said, you are not in this club
You don't sit with us
Three sword hit the shit is ridiculous
Bitch, I need to get buzzed, go fill a cup
Slash it, casket, bitch
I'm gon' fill it up
This ain't confessional
Still got you spilling guts
This shit is credible
You know we can get results
If you speaking over us, then I
If you speaking over us, then I interrupt
Big metal body, my Haki on harden
Reach for the top
That's a stretch like my sergeant
Curry, I shoot with the threes
You can't guard him
For the green we can fight, little garden
Sparring, I do not fuck with that jargon
Spartan, three hundred cuts in my target
You can not rap little
Bitch you ain't barring
One thousand chapters and you
Ain't that far in
Barge in, pop out the sky with no harness
Cut em, his blood prolly staining my garments
Sense of direction? I need me a Garmin
Blade so big that it's
Changing the rhyme scheme
Bar so sharp that it cut up your rhyme sheet
Undetectable moves, you won't find me
Crime scene, they don't recognize the
Drip on Visene, clique so slimy
Black and White blade, green top, like Zetsu
Maki with the cursed tool, Sendai Kitetsu
Err, wait, one more
My hero blade how the Tetsu test you
So you just gon do a My Hero bar? Right?
No come on bro!
No, no, no, no alright, whatever
We out of here