ft. youngcheung, BAAN$HEE, Ryan Winzen Cover Band

lyrics:

Quiet, I think I heard the beat call

Flow-flow-flowing like you're violent enough to start a street brawl

Never beat around the bush, I only spit the heat raw

Find a pile of rap shit that stack a hundred feet tall

Getting hot in here I think you left the door cracked

Action rap until the mic is scorched black

If you got shit to say, I'll probably just ignore that

So rude, pissed as when the teacher's getting sworn at

Better than your average local shit, better-better

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick

Better than your average local shit, better-better

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick (Ay, ay)

Yeah, ay (Fuck the opps, fuck the opps, fuck the opps, fuck the opps)

Ay, yeah (Fuck the opps, fuck the opps, fuck the opps, fuck the opps)

Time to hit the booth

Thought we were gone

Can't see the future no sharingan

Running from the calvary

It's turning to a tragedy

Don't say my name like Macbeth

And don't compare my bars to Meth

I'm not at my best (Time to hit the booth)

I'm not at my best

We gon' make sure they drop

El Presidente make it to the top

Stacks of guap

Stacks of guap

We gon' make sure they drop

Better than your average local shit, better-better (Fuck the opps, fuck the opps)

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick (Fuck the opps, fuck the opps)

Better than your average local shit, better-better (Fuck the opps, fuck the opps)

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick (Fuck the opps, fuck the opps)

Fuck the opps, fuck the opps

Fuck the opps, fuck the opps

Fuck the opps, fuck the opps

Fuck the opps, fuck the opps

Hop off the boat, I lock and load, listen

In album mode, I feel like cold spitting

Pitting motherfuckers against me, I'm winning

Tennin on the yacht, that pod only shilling

Appalling these motherfuckers, all with their lies

I don't cap, gun it down, and I'll never wear a tie

But I'm fly, boy you flight 37 on Malaysia

Real motherfucker in the room, not no Fraiser

I could never fuck a bitch I don't want to be

Over seas, got a plug, imma snitch, that's on me

Take a knee, fuck your flight, fuck your fins

I'm a freemason, I say what I want

Suck me like a pre

Better than your average local shit, better-better

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick

Better than your average local shit, better-better

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick (Ay, ay)

Yeah, ay (Fuck the opps)

Made this record, jam, jam

Use it, jam, use it

Slip once, you lose, got a few screws loose

Spit venom hot enough to bash up and bruise dudes

Sorceress with the mic in hand like some voodoo

He finish up and get a fresh soul like some new shoes

You better start focusing

This rap shit's Pandora's box and I just fucking opened it

Better than your average local shit

Cough up on the lyrics on the track to make the vocals sick

Better than your average local shit, better-better

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick

Better than your average local shit, better-better

Make the vocals sick, vocals sick, vocals sick (Ay, ay)