URLtv, Bone Carr, GHOST - Bone Carr vs. Ghost lyrics
[URLtv, Bone Carr, GHOST - Bone Carr vs. Ghost lyrics]
I said, let's just get this out the way
I ain't one of these crackers you rap 'bout
I be wit' the beams and the MACs out
And the only time I smell like wetdawg
(dog) boy, I was leavin' the traphouse!
Wit' automatics
You can't cross me wit' baller tactics
One shot, get drug 'cross the floor
Yeah, I'm wit' all the static! Headshot-
Nah, you ain't even worth the shit
You worthless bitch!
I'd rather see the worst of
It when a person hit
I'll take a Louisville Slugger to your head
Then bat an eye: flirty bitch!
You ain't murkin' shit
Whilе I really dump a pound
Let your man act confused
Wait 'til hе lookin' 'round
Then BAH! BAH! Now he cryin'
Gettin' guts off the ground
The irony - went from not understandin' to
Pickin' up what I'm puttin' down!
You fuckin' clown! This bitch is a lame
Before rap
They'll tell you "Guns isn't the lane"
Then they switch it up for visual gain
Captain Underpants: when they needed a hero
The whole principle (principal) changed
See, you get into my lane and
Do it all for reaction
"I'm sorry, Ms jackson"
Thought you was washin' Car
(r) 'til it went up in flames!
That's why I hate this fag always a
(swoo) razor slash or their blades or mags
Caffeine app: all them props
In your comments? yeah
You gon' have to pay for that!
See, I was made for that
While y'all just stress the minor things
You know, bask in
(Baskin) the problem? Tiger King
But for 10K, you'll get buried for the dough
Nobody carin' 'bout this ho
This bitch a sucker
In Living Color: the white boy carryin'
(Carrey in) the show! So let that weigh in
'Cause it's a week prep kickin' yo' ass
Way before COVID-19
These niggas been claimin' sick
I can't stand to fool
You'll get a box over my coins
I been ridin' wit' the bull to
Come masked: I'm Crash Bandicoot
A good barber: I'll line him well
Niggas can't connect my dots because
I write in Braille
There's rounds to everything
Don't think it's rap when I'm dead at
This cat's neck: he on Orion's belt!
I'll load the toolie
Dawg (Dog) , it never leave my hip: it play the role of Scooby
Ratchet in front of the Ghost
I don't need Molly to let it mold into me!
I grip the chrome
Don't talk about ya ex caliber (Excalibur)
This shit's in stone when Ghost Snoop
I'll leave bodies all over the
Walls: I'm Jimmy Bones! Understand me
As a young'un, I always been near death
The kid played around the hood:
I'm Billy and Mandy I don't play
I'll treat your bitch like some
Cheap-ass liquor and bomb bae (Bombay)
I air shit it's a deadlift: I can raise
The metal at y'all way (weigh)
Nigga, you get a round by the Smith?
Oh, you'll be fucked up like
"Check out the feng shui"
I ain't one of these crackers you rap 'bout
I be wit' the beams and the MACs out
And the only time I smell like wetdawg
(dog) boy, I was leavin' the traphouse!
Wit' automatics
You can't cross me wit' baller tactics
One shot, get drug 'cross the floor
Yeah, I'm wit' all the static! Headshot-
Nah, you ain't even worth the shit
You worthless bitch!
I'd rather see the worst of
It when a person hit
I'll take a Louisville Slugger to your head
Then bat an eye: flirty bitch!
You ain't murkin' shit
Whilе I really dump a pound
Let your man act confused
Wait 'til hе lookin' 'round
Then BAH! BAH! Now he cryin'
Gettin' guts off the ground
The irony - went from not understandin' to
Pickin' up what I'm puttin' down!
You fuckin' clown! This bitch is a lame
Before rap
They'll tell you "Guns isn't the lane"
Then they switch it up for visual gain
Captain Underpants: when they needed a hero
The whole principle (principal) changed
See, you get into my lane and
Do it all for reaction
"I'm sorry, Ms jackson"
Thought you was washin' Car
(r) 'til it went up in flames!
That's why I hate this fag always a
(swoo) razor slash or their blades or mags
Caffeine app: all them props
In your comments? yeah
You gon' have to pay for that!
See, I was made for that
While y'all just stress the minor things
You know, bask in
(Baskin) the problem? Tiger King
But for 10K, you'll get buried for the dough
Nobody carin' 'bout this ho
This bitch a sucker
In Living Color: the white boy carryin'
(Carrey in) the show! So let that weigh in
'Cause it's a week prep kickin' yo' ass
Way before COVID-19
These niggas been claimin' sick
I can't stand to fool
You'll get a box over my coins
I been ridin' wit' the bull to
Come masked: I'm Crash Bandicoot
A good barber: I'll line him well
Niggas can't connect my dots because
I write in Braille
There's rounds to everything
Don't think it's rap when I'm dead at
This cat's neck: he on Orion's belt!
I'll load the toolie
Dawg (Dog) , it never leave my hip: it play the role of Scooby
Ratchet in front of the Ghost
I don't need Molly to let it mold into me!
I grip the chrome
Don't talk about ya ex caliber (Excalibur)
This shit's in stone when Ghost Snoop
I'll leave bodies all over the
Walls: I'm Jimmy Bones! Understand me
As a young'un, I always been near death
The kid played around the hood:
I'm Billy and Mandy I don't play
I'll treat your bitch like some
Cheap-ass liquor and bomb bae (Bombay)
I air shit it's a deadlift: I can raise
The metal at y'all way (weigh)
Nigga, you get a round by the Smith?
Oh, you'll be fucked up like
"Check out the feng shui"