Fuck your grandma and steal your stupid sneakers
En session till fölket!
Down to death, I make you Fifty without the vest
Hwarang, a demonized psychotherapist, without the "the"
So here I am, a walking art of war
With a punch stronger than proms at mardi-gras
I hit all stars like smoke during Bob Marley-songs
Fuck mics like Dead Prez during marshall law
Fuck punchlines, you fucking suck cock like Kontra's bars
Death is just a matter of time like a girl in the darkest park
Not limited to english rhymes, I'ma bilingual showstopper
I can hit more 'rims' than a million Harlem Globetrotters
Sticks and stones may break my ribs and bones
Sending rappers straight to Hell like a sinful soul
I skull fuck your grandma and steal your stupid sneakers
And I'm just angry cos Ill Bill is blasting through my speakers
I create just to destroy, just take a look at spex
Shooked by H - warang - down to death!
Me? What? naw, I'm the kid closing curtains
Perfect? No, I'm a brew slamming guy with a purpose
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