[Intro]
(I only got one question)
(Motherfuckers you ready?)
[Verse]
Percussionist killing drums,theres a oxymoron
These razor sharp lyrics got you bleeding non stop
Funny cuz the result was the exact opposite wit your mom (ha!)
Motherfuckers can't believe it, askin' for half a tampon (nah)
Others can't handle it asking for one and a half dawg (nanana)
You got thrown on your back while singing along
In other words I flipped the bird time for the barbecue sauce
Check the barbies queued on my lawn
Plastic bitches pissin me off
Call my neighbor babylon cause I'm bout to go all Sadam
That's right I'm droppin the bomb
I'm a Proud arab til I'm gone
Playin with my stereotypes til the stereo hypes get lost
Fuck y'all doin to hip hop?Y'all don't want me to flip
And start hoppin these hips like a G with an AK, 80 bullets
Firmly oppose your shit being labeled as rap
Matter a fact,call me GATAK
There won't be no fuckin running back
When its all in 2D homie
Makin your vision fit your craft
Your mindscape and your raps
Hop for coins and get clapped
(He blastin' bars like a claustrophobic arab in Alcatraz)
(Damn straight!)
[Interlude]
-Alright hold up hold up
-What the fuck?
-Cut this shit off
-It's that fuckin faggot
-Kag I can't believe you're still doing this psychotic shit i told you i will..
-Ya zaber ayre,I will fuck the living shit out of you if you interrupt another one of my songs ya ebn el charmouta l menteike
-Oh o.. okay,I'm sor...
-And you,the faggot behind the board
-Me?
-Beddak nik albak ya 7mar?
-No what did I...
-No?So you do not pause the fucking shit if anybody tells nyou to,you only pause it if I tell you to
-O.. Okay sir okay
-Now play it
-Okay
[Verse continuation]
Hope you like Casper, inspect yo plasma TV and see me
Turn these boulevards of broken dreams into a fuckin ghost city
I'm a fuckin malfunctioning
Excuse for a human being
Thinking the world revolves around me and expecting tropism
[But gee That all changed when the fucking Grammys]
Became a dildo factory instead of an award ceremony
One gay rights song really got em cocky
Real fans are done actin goodie goodie
Fuck mad kids, I'm bout to put this city
In the quarantine zone,contagious insanity
But as we all know awards ain't shit to out bread
Im stayin' cold cuz the media ain't covering me
"Who the hell is he? That's Karim, G!"
And I'mma keep going til my middle name's "Oh shit",ya feel me? Imma...
[Outro]
-What the fuck did I just say?
-What?No No please don't shot I swear to god I...I swear to god i did not touch the pau...
-Don't bother pointing that at him KAG,it was me okay,I mean I I just had to do it. You don't know how to rap about fucking bitches,you don't know how to rap about money stacks,you don't know how to rap about popping bottles,you don't fucking know how to rap about anything that people would actually care about. So I decided to cut you short,you're not fucking rapping again. The only way you're getting to this godamn mic is over my dead body....so what do you gotta say about tha...(Gunshots)
-Was that clear enough motherfucker or do you want me to repeat it,ha!
-You just fucking shot him I'm calling the co..(Gunshots)
-Who are you calling you fucking motherfucker nik emmak kess o5ta!
-Shit!This fucking shit is relaxing man.I bet Gandhi did this all the time to meditate. Get ready for the mixtape motehrfuckers it's coming,ha!
(I only got one question)
(Motherfuckers you ready?)
[Verse]
Percussionist killing drums,theres a oxymoron
These razor sharp lyrics got you bleeding non stop
Funny cuz the result was the exact opposite wit your mom (ha!)
Motherfuckers can't believe it, askin' for half a tampon (nah)
Others can't handle it asking for one and a half dawg (nanana)
You got thrown on your back while singing along
In other words I flipped the bird time for the barbecue sauce
Check the barbies queued on my lawn
Plastic bitches pissin me off
Call my neighbor babylon cause I'm bout to go all Sadam
That's right I'm droppin the bomb
I'm a Proud arab til I'm gone
Playin with my stereotypes til the stereo hypes get lost
Fuck y'all doin to hip hop?Y'all don't want me to flip
And start hoppin these hips like a G with an AK, 80 bullets
Firmly oppose your shit being labeled as rap
Matter a fact,call me GATAK
There won't be no fuckin running back
When its all in 2D homie
Makin your vision fit your craft
Your mindscape and your raps
Hop for coins and get clapped
(He blastin' bars like a claustrophobic arab in Alcatraz)
(Damn straight!)
[Interlude]
-Alright hold up hold up
-What the fuck?
-Cut this shit off
-It's that fuckin faggot
-Kag I can't believe you're still doing this psychotic shit i told you i will..
-Ya zaber ayre,I will fuck the living shit out of you if you interrupt another one of my songs ya ebn el charmouta l menteike
-Oh o.. okay,I'm sor...
-And you,the faggot behind the board
-Me?
-Beddak nik albak ya 7mar?
-No what did I...
-No?So you do not pause the fucking shit if anybody tells nyou to,you only pause it if I tell you to
-O.. Okay sir okay
-Now play it
-Okay
[Verse continuation]
Hope you like Casper, inspect yo plasma TV and see me
Turn these boulevards of broken dreams into a fuckin ghost city
I'm a fuckin malfunctioning
Excuse for a human being
Thinking the world revolves around me and expecting tropism
[But gee That all changed when the fucking Grammys]
Became a dildo factory instead of an award ceremony
One gay rights song really got em cocky
Real fans are done actin goodie goodie
Fuck mad kids, I'm bout to put this city
In the quarantine zone,contagious insanity
But as we all know awards ain't shit to out bread
Im stayin' cold cuz the media ain't covering me
"Who the hell is he? That's Karim, G!"
And I'mma keep going til my middle name's "Oh shit",ya feel me? Imma...
[Outro]
-What the fuck did I just say?
-What?No No please don't shot I swear to god I...I swear to god i did not touch the pau...
-Don't bother pointing that at him KAG,it was me okay,I mean I I just had to do it. You don't know how to rap about fucking bitches,you don't know how to rap about money stacks,you don't know how to rap about popping bottles,you don't fucking know how to rap about anything that people would actually care about. So I decided to cut you short,you're not fucking rapping again. The only way you're getting to this godamn mic is over my dead body....so what do you gotta say about tha...(Gunshots)
-Was that clear enough motherfucker or do you want me to repeat it,ha!
-You just fucking shot him I'm calling the co..(Gunshots)
-Who are you calling you fucking motherfucker nik emmak kess o5ta!
-Shit!This fucking shit is relaxing man.I bet Gandhi did this all the time to meditate. Get ready for the mixtape motehrfuckers it's coming,ha!
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