Knukko Head

Goddamn, ask em who I am
Bring the boy a penny I could turn it to a grand
Bring your BM to me I could turn her to a fan
Like the way it's looking I be cooking with the pan
Goddamn, ask em who I am
Bring the boy a penny I could turn it to a grand
Bring your BM to me I could turn her to a fan
Like the way it's looking I be cooking with the pan

Switch up the gear, uh, summon my alias, let him appear uh
Ain't no more fear! Uh, this is my decade not only my year
Niggas all want my style but they won't call foul that much is clear
If y'all want my pedigree, copy recipe, grab a pencil dear
Take a quarter black Bahamas, then you mix it with some negro
From the dirty southern, family dungeon like it's CeeLo
Let him grow up in the lab, white coats in the back, with no placebo
Now what the fuck you got, a sick ass nigga that is me, hoe
Highkey, ain't a nigga like me, did it on wax and I did it at the ivy
And I got a lot more, up in the psyche, and I'm in the top 4 but I'm not IV
And I'm not at the très or the dos, but I gotta odee lace in the dose
Yah niggas on codeine, taking it slow
Running on no speed play with your nose
That is the only way you could keep up
Gather your homies and try to team up
Give you the pick of the time and the place and I promise your OG can't even speak up
Like cricket
Step aside: pivot
It's on sight, if you bout that shit than I'm with it
I'm with it
I'm with it
I'm

I don't walk shit back, I'm on your spine
Knukkohead gon say it you play it and press rewind
Go com-plain like "Damon you crossed the line"
Doing like I should: I'm taking what should be mine

Goddamn, ask em who I am
Bring the boy a penny I could turn it to a grand
Bring your BM to me I could turn her to a fan
Like the way it's looking I be cooking with the pan
Goddamn, ask em who I am
Bring the boy a penny I could turn it to a grand
Bring your BM to me I could turn her to a fan
Like the way it's looking I be cooking with the pan

A king run shit but a king don't run
It'll be that way til it's kingdom come
You a pawn piece nigga but your queen want some
We fucking all night til a king gon come
Then it's check mate, bow down to the sensei, kill them all then I get paid
Murder you rappers still never catch case, refer to the death rate screaming
Leng em down
Leng em down
Leng em down
Bitch I'm talking say no more the I'm aiming more until the gossip shot up
Blood get cough up I got game in store until it ain't no pop up
Target, counterfeit artist, turn em into body, rolled up in a carpet
Taking your brands, taking your market
Organs or fans, both I harvest
It's murder when I write a verse (facts)
Put me on record it's arson (facts)
Feeding your body to worms (facts)
You were so good for the garden
And it's cream it's corn on the cob
Either they give us the shit or get robbed
Maybe you give it and show me you with it
But either way nigga it's over for yah
Past my patience
I ain't laugh adjacent
If I bring out knukkohead I put yall in the pavement
The pavement
The pavement

Don't walk shit back, I'm trampling on your spine
Knukkohead gon say it you play it and press rewind
Go com-plain like "Damon you crossed the line"
Doing like I should: I'm taking what should be mine
Bounce