TENKLLER - Tundra lyrics
[TENKLLER - Tundra lyrics]
Hey, how you doin today?
We are … not your kind not your kind
Tundra, i make the ground rumble
And with thunder on my side i
Can fuck zues’s mother fucker
Wanna try me and ill spazz out
Lose my fucking mind and then ill
Leave him in a glass house
Then i ask zues "yo
Can you bring the hail down?
Bring the fuckin crib down? leave
Him in a glass grave?"
Get gushers for the god named
"tenny" and ground MGK?
Okay, you want the fucker dead? i
Can make it that way
Fuck yo mom in every way, doggy style
Missionary
Yo dads tied up in the basement, screaming
Pleading wishin he never nutted in ya motha
Now it's she screaming
Cut open her stomach and i see my dick coming
Thru, do you have the time bruh?
I got places to be and i got bitches to punk
I got faggots to fuck
Yo i hope you know you suck
You ain't shit, yo momma hate you
Thats why she let me fuck
She wishes i was her son
But theres no blood so i can still fuck
And tuck, that belly button in
Give her tummy tuck
Her bladder bust and then the rust on my bike
Ayy, stop fucking up my ride bro
Ill jump up off the porch and then
Ill stab you in the whore, ayy
Not your kind not your kind
Ayo i got this verse, i got this verse
Oh i know my place in the worldly a-claim
Everyone hates me, all of them just the same
Because i rap about rape, drugs and torture
Hold the door for her
Go by any pronouns thats how much
I do not give a fuck
You listen to rappers that be
Talkin like they actors
Factors, they cappers
Don't know where they going
They lost in the sauce and
It's lost in translation
Hold the fornication
This was mac millers claymation
12 bars left of copying the copiers
First it was one beer
Second was the odd todd’s
If you wanna make it in this game
You must beat all the odds
And don't you download any mods
You do this on your own
Don't sit on anothers throne
We ain't mall santas we don't
Want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree
Hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pussy
Wanna fight me? get thru my words
Of virgins speaking
Fuck im seething in anger
Fight me, pussy, ill just rape ya sister
Then kidnap yo daughter imma
Demon without a martyr
Im an artist with no canvas or a father
We are … not your kind not your kind
Tundra, i make the ground rumble
And with thunder on my side i
Can fuck zues’s mother fucker
Wanna try me and ill spazz out
Lose my fucking mind and then ill
Leave him in a glass house
Then i ask zues "yo
Can you bring the hail down?
Bring the fuckin crib down? leave
Him in a glass grave?"
Get gushers for the god named
"tenny" and ground MGK?
Okay, you want the fucker dead? i
Can make it that way
Fuck yo mom in every way, doggy style
Missionary
Yo dads tied up in the basement, screaming
Pleading wishin he never nutted in ya motha
Now it's she screaming
Cut open her stomach and i see my dick coming
Thru, do you have the time bruh?
I got places to be and i got bitches to punk
I got faggots to fuck
Yo i hope you know you suck
You ain't shit, yo momma hate you
Thats why she let me fuck
She wishes i was her son
But theres no blood so i can still fuck
And tuck, that belly button in
Give her tummy tuck
Her bladder bust and then the rust on my bike
Ayy, stop fucking up my ride bro
Ill jump up off the porch and then
Ill stab you in the whore, ayy
Not your kind not your kind
Ayo i got this verse, i got this verse
Oh i know my place in the worldly a-claim
Everyone hates me, all of them just the same
Because i rap about rape, drugs and torture
Hold the door for her
Go by any pronouns thats how much
I do not give a fuck
You listen to rappers that be
Talkin like they actors
Factors, they cappers
Don't know where they going
They lost in the sauce and
It's lost in translation
Hold the fornication
This was mac millers claymation
12 bars left of copying the copiers
First it was one beer
Second was the odd todd’s
If you wanna make it in this game
You must beat all the odds
And don't you download any mods
You do this on your own
Don't sit on anothers throne
We ain't mall santas we don't
Want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree
Hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pussy
Wanna fight me? get thru my words
Of virgins speaking
Fuck im seething in anger
Fight me, pussy, ill just rape ya sister
Then kidnap yo daughter imma
Demon without a martyr
Im an artist with no canvas or a father