Smith To Samurai
Wait, hold on
Turn up the 808s
I don't need or want a heartache
But I gotta rap about it
So that I don't go ape shit
Pounded out this verse so many times
I'm like King Kong
Battling some monsters for the sake of the world
Battling the monster so that I can reach my goals
Without a reasonable doubt I'm out
And I'm down for the count
One, two, three, four
I can't even make a sword
Five, six, seven, eight
Who do I appreciate?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Can this even pay the bills?
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
I don't think they'll really miss me
Yeah I found an edge
So what does it matter then?
Yo, that was sick shatter them
You got him six? Batter them
You can cut a cake
But can you cut his neck?
Even in a revolution
You'll complain about the deaths
Hit a mortar round and go deaf
Bitch and walk around like you an extra in the Walking Dead
Consuming like a zombie
Do you have the muscle to stop me?
I'm a lyrical genius
And I work out every day like a machine (say less)
Wanna take a vacay in Budapest,
When I'm the best
And you the pest
Fester a little like a molester
Hannibal Lector
Silence little lamb
'Cause I'm about to sharpen my edge
One, two, three, four
Man I'm getting really bored
Five, six, seven, eight
Should I care if you relate?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Keep ya lyrics to yourself
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
I hope that He gives you a blessing
In my home studio
Single after single
I hope you brought a flare signal
'Cause when I send you to hell
You'll be shooting it at Satan while running for the well
Coraline but you gon die
You don't have a magic cat to make it out this time
Listen, I'm the Other Mother
The illest rapping anti-hero
Bringing a redemption to your arc
Mention ZUKO in the spirit world
And you'll be getting burned
By the dragon of the west
I'm the best
I got the rhymes to prove
I know your every move
You're predictable you imbecile
I'll choke you out like Vader too
Leave your corpse rotting
In the ground like an apple core
But you just might end up getting eaten
By my old pal Ryuk
Got your name in a Death Note
Your career wasn't even that old
Damn that's a shame
But hey, that's how you win the game
No hard feelings man
It's just the code of honor
And you best believe I ain't giving that up
Took me three seasons, seriously?
Turn up the 808s
I don't need or want a heartache
But I gotta rap about it
So that I don't go ape shit
Pounded out this verse so many times
I'm like King Kong
Battling some monsters for the sake of the world
Battling the monster so that I can reach my goals
Without a reasonable doubt I'm out
And I'm down for the count
One, two, three, four
I can't even make a sword
Five, six, seven, eight
Who do I appreciate?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Can this even pay the bills?
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
I don't think they'll really miss me
Yeah I found an edge
So what does it matter then?
Yo, that was sick shatter them
You got him six? Batter them
You can cut a cake
But can you cut his neck?
Even in a revolution
You'll complain about the deaths
Hit a mortar round and go deaf
Bitch and walk around like you an extra in the Walking Dead
Consuming like a zombie
Do you have the muscle to stop me?
I'm a lyrical genius
And I work out every day like a machine (say less)
Wanna take a vacay in Budapest,
When I'm the best
And you the pest
Fester a little like a molester
Hannibal Lector
Silence little lamb
'Cause I'm about to sharpen my edge
One, two, three, four
Man I'm getting really bored
Five, six, seven, eight
Should I care if you relate?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Keep ya lyrics to yourself
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
I hope that He gives you a blessing
In my home studio
Single after single
I hope you brought a flare signal
'Cause when I send you to hell
You'll be shooting it at Satan while running for the well
Coraline but you gon die
You don't have a magic cat to make it out this time
Listen, I'm the Other Mother
The illest rapping anti-hero
Bringing a redemption to your arc
Mention ZUKO in the spirit world
And you'll be getting burned
By the dragon of the west
I'm the best
I got the rhymes to prove
I know your every move
You're predictable you imbecile
I'll choke you out like Vader too
Leave your corpse rotting
In the ground like an apple core
But you just might end up getting eaten
By my old pal Ryuk
Got your name in a Death Note
Your career wasn't even that old
Damn that's a shame
But hey, that's how you win the game
No hard feelings man
It's just the code of honor
And you best believe I ain't giving that up
Took me three seasons, seriously?
Credits
Writer(s): Adolfo Lunardi
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