The Illest, Drunken Poet & The Spexorcist- W.G.A.F
The Illest Rappin' cats, grabbin' ass & dabbin' backstabbin' rats Stackin' cash, crashin' glass & havin' blasts from laughingas Police comes in, Rat-tat-tat! Hwarang be slapped in half Call him up, what happened man? & after that we sat & chat An avarage man glanced & ran.. Towards his damaged van Who the fuck..!? Came back with a bat to smack some ass.. Clapped our hands.. Then we slapped the brat & passed the grass Cuz Komik is packed with gats & got more class than Van the Man Mad like Kammels dad, y'all stare at defeat like sandals man Smoke so much Im banned from Amsterdam, fuck the aftermath.. x2 It's six a clock, tic and tac lets hit the bar and flip a buck.. Call the cops who gives a fuck? I call the shots so give a fuck.. The Spexorcist I'm on my way out the door of stupidity To the next of drunken peeps, bitches and full frontal nudity Bitches in the back, fill 'em up, raise your glass Shots are racing past, holmes getting passed, pussies gettin' ass I'll look at your dance honey, lick your rack honey But only if you give me your drink and fuck fast honey Take me home, get nekkid, make it happen, gimmie pussy glory Lay down and I'll back that ass and act suppository But that's fiction so far, visionary thinkin' From a man who only gets into missionary drinking stout.. x2 It's six a clock, tic and tac lets hit the bar and flip a buck.. Call the cops who gives a fuck? I call the shots so give a fuck.. Drunken Poet Where brats cheer looking like fat queers with bad hair Real men beat their wives, wear baggies and slam beers And I will kill the next fuck ordering a cosmopolitan Catching bitches eyes, see but no touch like holograms Clubs hand out Flat-lines free, I'm giving out free HIV! With painted jeans, I make the bouncers bounce without a fake-ID Guys dance stiffly to shifty music, act shitty and stupid Fuck a fistfight or get fistfucked, wits are my two cents Fuck liquid crackwhores, I'll head to the dance floor I was destined to B-Boy like a Y-Chromosome, that's for damn sure I wake up the morning after in a prison in Burchill After the voyage I spend the day with my head in the toilet, Feeling sick and worthless....... Hell yeah- It was worth it x2 It's six a clock, tic and tac lets hit the bar and flip a buck.. Call the cops who gives a fuck? I call the shots so give a fuck..
I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one!
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