Meth (Addikt Mix)
2hatz
Chasing the bars like some meth addicts
I've got a secret in my attic
Your rhymes don't mean shit
Your bars are all sporadic
I've just about had it
Whip out the pistol and they panic
I take out that goo and inject in my veins
All feeling's gone like water down a drain
I'm saying
I'm saying
I'm saying
I'm saying
I'm saying
Meth addicts
My girl be calling
But I don't even hear her
Don't compare me, you just lack
I've got more bars, flows, and a six
A six
A six
I know and you know you can't take this heat
There's a reason why 2hatz is a name to beat
What
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Need a walk-in song when he enters the rap game
Don't think much of him till they notice the tag name
Time passes, something slips once
And all hell's loose
Always look for answers
But nobody wanna tell you
Kill any itsy-bitsy rapper that he come upon
Leave 'im out to starve like they taking part in Ramadan
Just wait until this song come on
Get the people screaming it's a worldwide phenomenon
Rap rock hard bars made of alabaster
Don't wanna hear no shit-talk from some limp-dick bastard
Bring their disses in a taxi
Forgot what they gon' say like they left them in the back seat
An undergrown lackey who don't smoke no packs
Or show no stacks
He hoppin' on the mic but he don't know jack
Spittin' venom he's the best at it
Always so addicted to the beats like a meth addict
Chasing the bars like some meth addicts
I've got a secret in my attic
Your rhymes don't mean shit
Your bars are all sporadic
I've just about had it
Whip out the pistol and they panic
I take out that goo and inject in my veins
All feeling's gone like water down a drain
I'm saying
I'm saying
I'm saying
I'm saying
I'm saying
Meth addicts
My girl be calling
But I don't even hear her
Don't compare me, you just lack
I've got more bars, flows, and a six
A six
A six
I know and you know you can't take this heat
There's a reason why 2hatz is a name to beat
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
What
Need a walk-in song when he enters the rap game
Don't think much of him till they notice the tag name
Time passes, something slips once
And all hell's loose
Always look for answers
But nobody wanna tell you
Kill any itsy-bitsy rapper that he come upon
Leave 'im out to starve like they taking part in Ramadan
Just wait until this song come on
Get the people screaming it's a worldwide phenomenon
Rap rock hard bars made of alabaster
Don't wanna hear no shit-talk from some limp-dick bastard
Bring their disses in a taxi
Forgot what they gon' say like they left them in the back seat
An undergrown lackey who don't smoke no packs
Or show no stacks
He hoppin' on the mic but he don't know jack
Spittin' venom he's the best at it
Always so addicted to the beats like a meth addict
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Writer(s): Ryan Winzen
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