Nightshift
Kfresh
GoenSkwat
Deewillay on the keys
You know who we beez
Yo!
I'm like a cross
'tween a dragon lion and lama
King of this Hip Hop Sahara
I breath fire and spit lava
I bring the drama
Like Lil' Fizz baby mama
You rapper ripe for the slaughter
I'm here to hand out you kid's karma
Too late for sorries and sob stories
I know they're phony
Send you and your homies
To purgatory
Ring up the florist
We need some wreaths
And some toetags
I'm stackin' up four fags in one bag
I'm cleanin' house
I need mo' rags
Look at me now
Case you be thinkin' of takin' my style
I'm switchin' it up
Can you keep up
You think you got it
I'm callin' yo bluff
So here we go
Ready to blow
Step on in the booth
And I'm killin' ya slow
Leavin' it all on the flo'
My body and soul
When I'm done they'll be beggin' me "no"
Hold Up
Don't get out of bed
I'm rippin' you rappers to shreds
My vision is red
So what is y'all wonna do
When I'm done with you
You gon' be singin' the blues
Don't care if you black or you white
Don't test me like Rappers Delight
You know on the mic I be nice
When I spit I'm spreadin' no lies
Go against me
That's your head on a pike
Bitch!
I know you like this
This how I get on the nightshift
You lack a spine?
Shit
Might wanna run for ya life kid
I'm insane
You been lame
My pen game
Is GOAT class
Your pop raps
Got no mass
So come try
I'll unwind
Your bloodline
Your DNA
Gets rearranged
Be afraid
'Bout to go crazy like Shady
When someone mentions Haley
Or like a tsunami in Haiti
Wash all these rappin' babies
It's only natural
Fully equipped in tactical
Smokes, flash, stuns, frags
'Bout to blast like a radical
Actually I'm magical
Actually the fact is you wack
And that's why I'm back on a track
Just like an animal
Ready to manhandle ya
Valentines Day Massacre
Chanel my inner 50
Get rich or die with collateral
Pop another bottle or two
To water ya tomb
Can't remember the name of the dude
But I'm sick of ya tune
Matter of fact
Let me tell you the truth
Don't mean to be rude
But you and all your bunshin
Don't belong in a booth
Kfresh, the foreigner
Better yet
The coroner
Can't be quarantined
Kinda like that Corona
Virus
Fear me
Better not come near me
Especially a amateur
Grab a beer
You're not insured
My God
Keep one iris open while I'm sleepin'
Call me cyclops
Trust none of you stuntin' little rappers
Like a white cop
Ready for whoever
Come and get it
Bring yo fight gloves
I'm a switch yo lights off
Goodnight bruv
I know you
Like this
This how I get on
The nightshift
Hah
GoenSkwat
Deewillay on the keys
You know who we beez
Yo!
I'm like a cross
'tween a dragon lion and lama
King of this Hip Hop Sahara
I breath fire and spit lava
I bring the drama
Like Lil' Fizz baby mama
You rapper ripe for the slaughter
I'm here to hand out you kid's karma
Too late for sorries and sob stories
I know they're phony
Send you and your homies
To purgatory
Ring up the florist
We need some wreaths
And some toetags
I'm stackin' up four fags in one bag
I'm cleanin' house
I need mo' rags
Look at me now
Case you be thinkin' of takin' my style
I'm switchin' it up
Can you keep up
You think you got it
I'm callin' yo bluff
So here we go
Ready to blow
Step on in the booth
And I'm killin' ya slow
Leavin' it all on the flo'
My body and soul
When I'm done they'll be beggin' me "no"
Hold Up
Don't get out of bed
I'm rippin' you rappers to shreds
My vision is red
So what is y'all wonna do
When I'm done with you
You gon' be singin' the blues
Don't care if you black or you white
Don't test me like Rappers Delight
You know on the mic I be nice
When I spit I'm spreadin' no lies
Go against me
That's your head on a pike
Bitch!
I know you like this
This how I get on the nightshift
You lack a spine?
Shit
Might wanna run for ya life kid
I'm insane
You been lame
My pen game
Is GOAT class
Your pop raps
Got no mass
So come try
I'll unwind
Your bloodline
Your DNA
Gets rearranged
Be afraid
'Bout to go crazy like Shady
When someone mentions Haley
Or like a tsunami in Haiti
Wash all these rappin' babies
It's only natural
Fully equipped in tactical
Smokes, flash, stuns, frags
'Bout to blast like a radical
Actually I'm magical
Actually the fact is you wack
And that's why I'm back on a track
Just like an animal
Ready to manhandle ya
Valentines Day Massacre
Chanel my inner 50
Get rich or die with collateral
Pop another bottle or two
To water ya tomb
Can't remember the name of the dude
But I'm sick of ya tune
Matter of fact
Let me tell you the truth
Don't mean to be rude
But you and all your bunshin
Don't belong in a booth
Kfresh, the foreigner
Better yet
The coroner
Can't be quarantined
Kinda like that Corona
Virus
Fear me
Better not come near me
Especially a amateur
Grab a beer
You're not insured
My God
Keep one iris open while I'm sleepin'
Call me cyclops
Trust none of you stuntin' little rappers
Like a white cop
Ready for whoever
Come and get it
Bring yo fight gloves
I'm a switch yo lights off
Goodnight bruv
I know you
Like this
This how I get on
The nightshift
Hah
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