No Idols - Le Marchand De La Mort lyrics
[No Idols - Le Marchand De La Mort lyrics]
Eluzai: Well now
It's been a while since you've visited us
No Idols: Not like I had a choice last
Time, but I have something to do here, so -
Kid Travis: No, no, no, no, no
You're here to see my facei
Knew you missed my face
No Idols: yeah, no, that's not the reason
Jannah: Thenwhy did you come back?
No Idols: To be perfectly honest with youi
Have people to get rid of
Kid Travis: Well then, You have the floor
Kid
Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Show
Them where you stand
Yeah, I know what you thinking and
I don't give a fuck
APE is tighter than pedophilia butt fucks
Telling you niggas what's what
I’ll grab the dirtiest verse from
Out of a dump truck
And chop your lips off just for
Thinking you can discuss us
Tell me, who the fuck said it would be fair?
This is the time to be aware or to beware
Don’t talk to me about your bitch
I do not care
I’ll make my woody buzz just to
Fuck her for a lightyear
Gone for a minute? What the
Fuck is you talking bout
I was on TBP, what you
Ain’t heard about that, nigga?
Flew to LA and back, nigga
Crowded by 795 wack niggas
Shit is getting personal
Don’t take it to the heart
Steve Irwin, Mothafucka
Bringing Bindi to the dark side
Midwinter isolating rappers like Apartheid
Leave you stranded in a sandbox
Make a far cry the way I picture you niggas
Holding a fucking crutch
I take the shot, zoom in and double tap
That’s a retouch
Don’t come to me, talking bout ease up
Aye, B, see me with the hands
I’ll leave you riding on Deez Nuts
Which one of you mothafuckers gonna stop me
I’m a nazi, that means gassing these niggas
Up is my hobby
Dragging them out the stu just to
Do away with your body
I ran into Kanye like a pole was
In the lobby he slept in
I told him "GOOD music was the fucking plan
But, it’s all a dream like
The finale on Roseanne
APE has been the label
You should know that I’m the man
And I’m bout to fucking blow up
With my pack of stans"
Get it? Pakistans? Snuck in like Contraband
Heard the beat, loved it
Hit stop before your verse began
Sent your ass a message like
Stop that's a telegram
Boy, you already know you
Sweeter than some Marzipan
We are not the same
You're a lame as my coeval
I don't even look up to God
Where's my cathedral a test tube baby
No wonder you're fucking see through
I don't speak, I'll send my
Boys to kill you pussies, cecil
Y'all niggas sit and watch Power and Empire
I'm in the cut building a powerful empire
I'm uninspired by rappers that'll expire
And swear that they taking shots
When they're catching the backfire
And everything you spit is far from the truth
I heard you calling out for babe
But the last name Ruth
I'm in the zone, bitch
Don't step in the booth
The way I'm killing these niggas
I think my last name Roof
Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Really?
Was that actually necessary?
No Idols: Maybe
I found 15 bodies, all of them dead rappers
Snap at me and get ensnared
Like an Internet actor
I heard all your likes and plays
Came from an Internet hacker
But, your woman is a catch
I'll be in her net after
I swear I'm a bastard
Here is the nominees for denominator
Kryciz and a band of his favorite haters
These niggas is full of stories
That’s the life of a narrator
Childish since you came up out
That Wu Tang Generator
Really, I could give a
Fuck about your namesake
Try to muscle up and get cooked
That’s a clam bake
You were forged with the skill, bitch
You've always been a fake
It's only once a month when
You niggas were ever menstruate
You touch my dinner plate
I’ll dump you by the interstate
And make your girl a trap queen
If she’s 17 to 38
I been snapping like the sound
From a new whip
I’ll snatch your lung out just to
Give it to my new chick
Like, "I know it’s not an ear
Guessing I can’t fucking hear
But you need this organ more than
All these other fucking queers
You can take one and rest of them
I’ll commandeer
Hang them like some chandeliers
Keep them all as souvenirs"
The bars was cute, but your flow is flawed
I’ve been clapping tracks for so long that
The beat is a round of applause
Funny how Drizzy is the 6th God
Because I clorxed the other five out
Amanda Todd
No Idols: I'm the enemies' ene -
Kid Travis: Alright, alright
You've said enough to make us
Fear you wake up
Eluzai: Wake up
Jannah: Wake up
Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Wake up
It's been a while since you've visited us
No Idols: Not like I had a choice last
Time, but I have something to do here, so -
Kid Travis: No, no, no, no, no
You're here to see my facei
Knew you missed my face
No Idols: yeah, no, that's not the reason
Jannah: Thenwhy did you come back?
No Idols: To be perfectly honest with youi
Have people to get rid of
Kid Travis: Well then, You have the floor
Kid
Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Show
Them where you stand
Yeah, I know what you thinking and
I don't give a fuck
APE is tighter than pedophilia butt fucks
Telling you niggas what's what
I’ll grab the dirtiest verse from
Out of a dump truck
And chop your lips off just for
Thinking you can discuss us
Tell me, who the fuck said it would be fair?
This is the time to be aware or to beware
Don’t talk to me about your bitch
I do not care
I’ll make my woody buzz just to
Fuck her for a lightyear
Gone for a minute? What the
Fuck is you talking bout
I was on TBP, what you
Ain’t heard about that, nigga?
Flew to LA and back, nigga
Crowded by 795 wack niggas
Shit is getting personal
Don’t take it to the heart
Steve Irwin, Mothafucka
Bringing Bindi to the dark side
Midwinter isolating rappers like Apartheid
Leave you stranded in a sandbox
Make a far cry the way I picture you niggas
Holding a fucking crutch
I take the shot, zoom in and double tap
That’s a retouch
Don’t come to me, talking bout ease up
Aye, B, see me with the hands
I’ll leave you riding on Deez Nuts
Which one of you mothafuckers gonna stop me
I’m a nazi, that means gassing these niggas
Up is my hobby
Dragging them out the stu just to
Do away with your body
I ran into Kanye like a pole was
In the lobby he slept in
I told him "GOOD music was the fucking plan
But, it’s all a dream like
The finale on Roseanne
APE has been the label
You should know that I’m the man
And I’m bout to fucking blow up
With my pack of stans"
Get it? Pakistans? Snuck in like Contraband
Heard the beat, loved it
Hit stop before your verse began
Sent your ass a message like
Stop that's a telegram
Boy, you already know you
Sweeter than some Marzipan
We are not the same
You're a lame as my coeval
I don't even look up to God
Where's my cathedral a test tube baby
No wonder you're fucking see through
I don't speak, I'll send my
Boys to kill you pussies, cecil
Y'all niggas sit and watch Power and Empire
I'm in the cut building a powerful empire
I'm uninspired by rappers that'll expire
And swear that they taking shots
When they're catching the backfire
And everything you spit is far from the truth
I heard you calling out for babe
But the last name Ruth
I'm in the zone, bitch
Don't step in the booth
The way I'm killing these niggas
I think my last name Roof
Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Really?
Was that actually necessary?
No Idols: Maybe
I found 15 bodies, all of them dead rappers
Snap at me and get ensnared
Like an Internet actor
I heard all your likes and plays
Came from an Internet hacker
But, your woman is a catch
I'll be in her net after
I swear I'm a bastard
Here is the nominees for denominator
Kryciz and a band of his favorite haters
These niggas is full of stories
That’s the life of a narrator
Childish since you came up out
That Wu Tang Generator
Really, I could give a
Fuck about your namesake
Try to muscle up and get cooked
That’s a clam bake
You were forged with the skill, bitch
You've always been a fake
It's only once a month when
You niggas were ever menstruate
You touch my dinner plate
I’ll dump you by the interstate
And make your girl a trap queen
If she’s 17 to 38
I been snapping like the sound
From a new whip
I’ll snatch your lung out just to
Give it to my new chick
Like, "I know it’s not an ear
Guessing I can’t fucking hear
But you need this organ more than
All these other fucking queers
You can take one and rest of them
I’ll commandeer
Hang them like some chandeliers
Keep them all as souvenirs"
The bars was cute, but your flow is flawed
I’ve been clapping tracks for so long that
The beat is a round of applause
Funny how Drizzy is the 6th God
Because I clorxed the other five out
Amanda Todd
No Idols: I'm the enemies' ene -
Kid Travis: Alright, alright
You've said enough to make us
Fear you wake up
Eluzai: Wake up
Jannah: Wake up
Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Wake up
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