BOWSER! (feat. Grayson)

Fucking up these beats
You can call me Dr. Dre
I go hard on the feats
Even though I'm never paid
Soft serve dealer
Keeping it vanilla
Young Michael Myers
I was born to be a killa
I'm a motherfucking troopa
Spitting all this fire
Like my name King Koopa
If music was a kingdom
I would be the fucking ruler
No days off for me
I ain't no Ferris Bueller
Sorry Mario, but your bitch is in another castle
You ain't finna win this battle
Blue shells all up in my satchel
Round you up like fucking cattle
You pussies suck like Kirby
Yeah, I'm out here getting dirty
Ain't no bitch finna disturb me

Alright, so
I think I'm gonna try to come in like
Alright, let's stop playing
Maybe like
Once told y'all to call me Luigi
Now you're bout to call me Versace
When I touch mics it's gettin' saucy
Sodden panties in the lobby
I don't call this no hobby
This fire fallin' out the sky
These bitches Yoshi
Better hide or you gon' die
Been the demon of the night
Since y'all was young and pickin' fights
I'll be the darkness in the light
Until these mics is filled with pints
Ain't gonna take a war wit yo
Just to know that you lost
You fuck with me, I'll get those beams to get crossed
Step in the ring you'll get tossed
Ain't gotta hear what you froth
Witness the kings rule
You ain't bout touch the family jewels
Pull up
Drank
Then I'm diving in the pool
I'm arriving at that place I said I know I be
And at the top I spell catastrophe
It's like my beautiful masterpiece
The rest of these bitches stumbled and fell
Comin' after me
I'm dastardly chillin and passin around the barrel
Let you guess at what it's filled with
Then I'm gone



Credits
Writer(s): Colby Paramore
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