Genocide
Fuck this off like your girlfriends mad
I'm afraid I don't approve like your girlfriends dad
All these other rappers sound the fucking same It's hard to name them
But today I'm pushed to listen so I really couldn't blame them
Gotta play I gotta take it
Running out of options I don't wanna trail them
I don't wanna fake it everything I'm making
But if you fucking think I'm gonna stop then you're mistaken
Best come in correct
Pushing and pulling provoking the rest
Aggressively tugging and bugging the rest
Sucking you dry like I'm hugging your breast
Take a pause I think I'm aching more
My fucking face is torn from all the fake importance
I don't feel the relevance with you in conversation
Waiting for the payment hand on the payslip
You are just a mistake
God was so sloppy and pissed in your paint
You getting so snappy receipts outta date
I'll give you the finger wrist deep in your date
Oh fuck is he for real
Sketching me out like Kee and Peele
You think that I won't he really will
Unplugging your headphones you'll hear me still
Yeah I'm the anti Christ
I'm the type of guy that's really fucking nasty twice
I'm the type to show you up because I'm madly right
And I'm the type to give you help but bad advice
Why would I wanna help
It seems that everybody cares for themselves
Which means that they don't want the pressure on their belts
With ease they just turn around forgetting what they felt
I am not in the mood
Like helping you out and just drop what I do
Call me pathetic but not have a clue
That I robbing you son and I'm copping the loot
After respect I deserve
I'm clearing my throat and projecting the words
I'm making a noise in this pouring the poison in
Fucking enjoying it watching you slur
My god have I got it
Taking my talent and making a profit
I can tell no one is going to stop it
Cuz I'm the top trump that you keep in your pocket
Making a rap
We don't get on like a snake and a rat
I'm driven I'm hungry I'm taking a snack
And you're looking so tired no pace on the track
Promised I would never tell a lie uh
Got these mother fuckers terrified yuh
Killing every track identified uh
They telling me they got a genocide yuh
I'm afraid I don't approve like your girlfriends dad
All these other rappers sound the fucking same It's hard to name them
But today I'm pushed to listen so I really couldn't blame them
Gotta play I gotta take it
Running out of options I don't wanna trail them
I don't wanna fake it everything I'm making
But if you fucking think I'm gonna stop then you're mistaken
Best come in correct
Pushing and pulling provoking the rest
Aggressively tugging and bugging the rest
Sucking you dry like I'm hugging your breast
Take a pause I think I'm aching more
My fucking face is torn from all the fake importance
I don't feel the relevance with you in conversation
Waiting for the payment hand on the payslip
You are just a mistake
God was so sloppy and pissed in your paint
You getting so snappy receipts outta date
I'll give you the finger wrist deep in your date
Oh fuck is he for real
Sketching me out like Kee and Peele
You think that I won't he really will
Unplugging your headphones you'll hear me still
Yeah I'm the anti Christ
I'm the type of guy that's really fucking nasty twice
I'm the type to show you up because I'm madly right
And I'm the type to give you help but bad advice
Why would I wanna help
It seems that everybody cares for themselves
Which means that they don't want the pressure on their belts
With ease they just turn around forgetting what they felt
I am not in the mood
Like helping you out and just drop what I do
Call me pathetic but not have a clue
That I robbing you son and I'm copping the loot
After respect I deserve
I'm clearing my throat and projecting the words
I'm making a noise in this pouring the poison in
Fucking enjoying it watching you slur
My god have I got it
Taking my talent and making a profit
I can tell no one is going to stop it
Cuz I'm the top trump that you keep in your pocket
Making a rap
We don't get on like a snake and a rat
I'm driven I'm hungry I'm taking a snack
And you're looking so tired no pace on the track
Promised I would never tell a lie uh
Got these mother fuckers terrified yuh
Killing every track identified uh
They telling me they got a genocide yuh
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Writer(s): Luke Humphreys
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