Wax, Chris Clarke, Intuition, Nocando - General Shit Talk lyrics
[Wax, Chris Clarke, Intuition, Nocando - General Shit Talk lyrics]
"Ayo, Derek, hey cus' you got 5 seconds to
Come out the crib man
Or I'm gonna destroy your shit
Alot of motherfuckers
On YouTube don't think you can
Track their IP address
I told you I would come to the crib
I told you I would find it"
Old school cat, Saber - tooth Tiger
Soul food rap, hater proof fire
Say I ain't hot, you a down right liar
Looking
For your girl I be found right by her
Crowned like sire, sound like a messiah
Clowns are in denial, frowns'll go viral
You about to be a meme
I'm undoubtedly supreme
Fuck around and leave your team suicidal
I don't know what the hook gon' be
All I know
Is your ass is what my foot gon' see
I'm in the lab cooking all the time no sleep
Put your rap book into the compost heap
Where it belongs along with
Your terrible songs
You an embarrassment, apparently your parents
Went wrong
They really should of been more pro choice, I
Talk shit cause I like my own voice
(yo, let me hear that back)
Talking shit ta - ta - talking shit
Ayo, you talking shit, hocking spit
Tryin' to stop the kid won't
Work like Stephen Hawking's dick
That's a cold challenge you gon'
Need an ice bucket
I'm dumped like that powdery
Uncontrolled white substance
I'm here forever like stretch marks
On your wife's stomach
Life's a bitch, I'm like - "fuck it"
Man I don't even need to pull the condom out
Use the baby boy
I'm getting up in your momma's house
Playing Xbox with a whiskey
Buzz and cotton mouth
Uploading family photos your daddy's gone
I cropped him out what you talking 'bout
You mad? what's it you
Ima upgrade like Sriracha in a cup of noodles
The best rapping with west African voodoo
I see pics of your crew when
I type "bitch niggas" in Google
That's a cheap shot man
Go figure that I'm frugal
The God of Hell - fire Nocando
Talking shit ta - ta - talking shit -
The number you have reached is
Not in service right now
Please hang up as I put my
Foot directly in yo' ass
Yo, it would be like I won the
Lotto if I had a dollar
For every Instagram follower the last broad
That swallow my load had
I got it poppin' push the product
Squad up in it it
All started with retarded thoughts I
Jot in my notepad
Trick the Civic with the suicide doors
Inflict middle digit's towards
You inside yours
Crocodile Dundee booie knife swords
Used to cuttin'
Off losers when they ruin Mic chords
Ah, I'm off of Moonrock player
Feeling like I'm 'bout to
Do the moonwalk later girlie's swoon dudes
Pull their tube socks way up that California
Love turned to 2Pac pay stubs
Till we too turnt fucking with your
Girl 'til her coochie juice squirt
Twist and turn like a Rubix cube word
Then pull out
And wipe the booty with a moody blue shirt
Yeah
Come out the crib man
Or I'm gonna destroy your shit
Alot of motherfuckers
On YouTube don't think you can
Track their IP address
I told you I would come to the crib
I told you I would find it"
Old school cat, Saber - tooth Tiger
Soul food rap, hater proof fire
Say I ain't hot, you a down right liar
Looking
For your girl I be found right by her
Crowned like sire, sound like a messiah
Clowns are in denial, frowns'll go viral
You about to be a meme
I'm undoubtedly supreme
Fuck around and leave your team suicidal
I don't know what the hook gon' be
All I know
Is your ass is what my foot gon' see
I'm in the lab cooking all the time no sleep
Put your rap book into the compost heap
Where it belongs along with
Your terrible songs
You an embarrassment, apparently your parents
Went wrong
They really should of been more pro choice, I
Talk shit cause I like my own voice
(yo, let me hear that back)
Talking shit ta - ta - talking shit
Ayo, you talking shit, hocking spit
Tryin' to stop the kid won't
Work like Stephen Hawking's dick
That's a cold challenge you gon'
Need an ice bucket
I'm dumped like that powdery
Uncontrolled white substance
I'm here forever like stretch marks
On your wife's stomach
Life's a bitch, I'm like - "fuck it"
Man I don't even need to pull the condom out
Use the baby boy
I'm getting up in your momma's house
Playing Xbox with a whiskey
Buzz and cotton mouth
Uploading family photos your daddy's gone
I cropped him out what you talking 'bout
You mad? what's it you
Ima upgrade like Sriracha in a cup of noodles
The best rapping with west African voodoo
I see pics of your crew when
I type "bitch niggas" in Google
That's a cheap shot man
Go figure that I'm frugal
The God of Hell - fire Nocando
Talking shit ta - ta - talking shit -
The number you have reached is
Not in service right now
Please hang up as I put my
Foot directly in yo' ass
Yo, it would be like I won the
Lotto if I had a dollar
For every Instagram follower the last broad
That swallow my load had
I got it poppin' push the product
Squad up in it it
All started with retarded thoughts I
Jot in my notepad
Trick the Civic with the suicide doors
Inflict middle digit's towards
You inside yours
Crocodile Dundee booie knife swords
Used to cuttin'
Off losers when they ruin Mic chords
Ah, I'm off of Moonrock player
Feeling like I'm 'bout to
Do the moonwalk later girlie's swoon dudes
Pull their tube socks way up that California
Love turned to 2Pac pay stubs
Till we too turnt fucking with your
Girl 'til her coochie juice squirt
Twist and turn like a Rubix cube word
Then pull out
And wipe the booty with a moody blue shirt
Yeah