Military Mustard

It's time for my awakening
Got these rappers shakin' in their boots
Line em up like navy troops
So I can do the shooty shoot
Knock em down like dominos
My weapon is esophagus
They kickin, scream, weepin, asking to be loose
I don't hold grudges
But I know who the judge is
No glee
And I'll take you down in count of 3
3 bars spat on track
I give the 4th one out for free
But if you wanna rock n roll
You gonna have to pay the fee
And now I'm on a killin spree

I said
Bitches always actin too serious
Got me feelin delirious
But are they even hearin us
Not really
We rock
Harder than a cock
Harder than any other fuckin rapper
Whose pissin on the block



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Writer(s): Bexley Dallape
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