Zak: The First Coming
Yo
I'm more hairy than Potter
I'm more odder than that mammal animal swimmin' in the water
I'm a real son of my grandfather's daughter
You wanna battle me? Son, don't bother
I shake the box like a rattle
I'm the hot sauce plus the tartar
And the horseradish
Don't try to spit with your coarse chapped lips
I'm your new favorite author
I'll go the distance then I'll take it farther
It don't suck dick but this is a head bobber
Drop too much shit. Toilet's clogged like dutch shoes
If you don't like it, well then, Fuck You!
My heart's always on the move
My home's a mobile trailer
I'm the fresh air inhaler
A used to he tree scaler
Beat's a good fit for my voice 'cuz I had that shit tailored
I'm not much of a shit talker, but I get the pussy wet (Oh Zaky) and I get the dick harder
Yo
I read the fuckin' fuck out of a good book
We bumped this in the ride and the whole neighborhood shook
Everyone was dancin'. Women dropped their pants and
I think I even seen a cat do a handstand
When I make hits, it's a grandslam
But I eat way better than Denny's
With the Pooh I drop better believe I Winnie
I put these neigh sayers to sleep like the sandman
But it's no lullaby
I can tell you're full of lies
Better watch out before you get pulverized
When i spit my banter
They like "oh mylanta! I can't stand ya. You got such bad grammar"
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
I just talk brisk while I take a different route
I'd rather take the risk than be laid up on the couch, and spend the rest of my life livin' in doubt
Who the fuck's this cat?
He go by the name of ZAK
He's highly inappropriate
He's the motherfuckin' rapper of the century
He sounds like a hooligan
He astound with his sound
He's gone completely bananas
I kiss your mother with this mouth
I'm the mix master and the disc scratcher
Dis a rapper in a heartbeat
Just let my art teach
While I move in silence 'cuz you know the tar speaks
And the streets watch
I beat clocks
I'm the time traveler
The rhyme unraveler's almighty like Bruce and Evan
I'm the rebel type to bring a duece duece to heaven
They let this damn silly goose loose with a weapon
That's my microphone
I type my own lyrics
I don't need a ghost writer
I got a steel horse and flames on my back
Im a comic, a comedian. There's no tamin' ZAK
But bring back the beat again
There's no defeatin' him even when Grim's Reapin' him
That's just the next endeavor
I'll never be mute 'cuz I contribute
I'LL LIVE ON FOREVER!
I'm more hairy than Potter
I'm more odder than that mammal animal swimmin' in the water
I'm a real son of my grandfather's daughter
You wanna battle me? Son, don't bother
I shake the box like a rattle
I'm the hot sauce plus the tartar
And the horseradish
Don't try to spit with your coarse chapped lips
I'm your new favorite author
I'll go the distance then I'll take it farther
It don't suck dick but this is a head bobber
Drop too much shit. Toilet's clogged like dutch shoes
If you don't like it, well then, Fuck You!
My heart's always on the move
My home's a mobile trailer
I'm the fresh air inhaler
A used to he tree scaler
Beat's a good fit for my voice 'cuz I had that shit tailored
I'm not much of a shit talker, but I get the pussy wet (Oh Zaky) and I get the dick harder
Yo
I read the fuckin' fuck out of a good book
We bumped this in the ride and the whole neighborhood shook
Everyone was dancin'. Women dropped their pants and
I think I even seen a cat do a handstand
When I make hits, it's a grandslam
But I eat way better than Denny's
With the Pooh I drop better believe I Winnie
I put these neigh sayers to sleep like the sandman
But it's no lullaby
I can tell you're full of lies
Better watch out before you get pulverized
When i spit my banter
They like "oh mylanta! I can't stand ya. You got such bad grammar"
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
I just talk brisk while I take a different route
I'd rather take the risk than be laid up on the couch, and spend the rest of my life livin' in doubt
Who the fuck's this cat?
He go by the name of ZAK
He's highly inappropriate
He's the motherfuckin' rapper of the century
He sounds like a hooligan
He astound with his sound
He's gone completely bananas
I kiss your mother with this mouth
I'm the mix master and the disc scratcher
Dis a rapper in a heartbeat
Just let my art teach
While I move in silence 'cuz you know the tar speaks
And the streets watch
I beat clocks
I'm the time traveler
The rhyme unraveler's almighty like Bruce and Evan
I'm the rebel type to bring a duece duece to heaven
They let this damn silly goose loose with a weapon
That's my microphone
I type my own lyrics
I don't need a ghost writer
I got a steel horse and flames on my back
Im a comic, a comedian. There's no tamin' ZAK
But bring back the beat again
There's no defeatin' him even when Grim's Reapin' him
That's just the next endeavor
I'll never be mute 'cuz I contribute
I'LL LIVE ON FOREVER!
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Fields
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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