holy calamafuck

歌詞

The law defier, the non-complier The death defier, the Mike Myers Murder rapper for hire Do-er of drive byers, the back back clack clack Let it loose murder, all witnesses and survivors That's a job completer, dependable contractor The back hand wack rap slapper Mr. leather bomber attacker Catch ya getting off the escalator Run the Jewels smooth and don't trigger the undertaker As a teen lacking, I woulda ran me a supreme racket I woulda took these lames' Supreme jackets Until you rob a hype beast, you ain't seen sadness "Clockwork Orange" madness, left the scene laughin' Ayy, we forever-ever, Jaimito y Michael the Render The pyrotechnicrats the' ol razzle dazzlers The magic bean imbibers (Yes) The green giant of the rhyme contrivers (Yes) Supreme violence of the time describers (Yes) I'm the decider, you evil eyers A pile driver provider for liars, the sleep depriver The nick of time mercy kill denier in prime I'll kill the mood of a Buddhist MacGyver I'll slap a yapper from the acne to the tooth bone fiber, I'm liver Thought crime designer criminal minder And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up Think I got a case of the Mondays, on fire Ayo, one for mayhem, two for mischief Now aim for the drones in your zoning district Hindenburg 'em, get 'em, burn 'em Can't give the ghost up, no resistance Pass that shit, Mike, I have to insist it Reality sucks dick, how's that for wisdom? I'll lick a toad's back like, "Mmm, delicious" Time elves wave to me off in the distance Hey lil' guy I'm just walkin' through From another timeline where monsters eat truth Physicists say the dough I get's proof The multiverse lives, I'm supposed to just lose The glass bottom tank I drive is all fueled Better try to stay cool honey bunny don't move Fuck shit glows in the hearts of the brutes You hate Run The Jewels, you don't love the troops You miss the point tryna act like shit's cool Don't fuckin' tell doom your number's not due Every other goddamned year I'm brand new It's been 20 plus years you think that's a clue? Maybe this guy kinda kills what he do He's prolly that dude he left enough proof Plenty of these goofs just disappeared, poof I'm still the next big thing, gotta hurt, oof, I got Fire, fire, fire, hot fuego This the pay back, allow me to state that All that forth back, we don't play that You want beef, bruh, you just state that And we steak that, fry and bake that One time in the big old south Lived a lil chubby kid with a big ol' mouth Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts Now the same lil boy in a big ol' house Look at him now in the big ol' cars And the same folk hated pay big homage One minute let me be candid Used to stand by the garbage can hand to handin' That dumb trap shit, no proper planning Seen ignorant shit like geekers dancing And rappers rap about it like it's so romantic But I still can't seem to escape the panic PTSD streets did the damage Kept me in hammock, laid back with cannons Get me fucked up, it be's calamity I'ma come through and leave some damages Goddamn somebody call 'amb ams', or ambulances out of chances Fuck that weak shit, you be bantering You're a common cold and my flows are cancerous Fire, fire, fire, hot fuego Take that, mother...