"BAYOU" lyrics
Fuck a 9millimeleter this a 7.62 round coming to meet you
Pack a punch crossing every single line when I beat you
Nobody want your feature go get back to the bleachers
It's the sound of rage and I'm down today
To fuck anybody up I'll smoke a pound away
I'm the World Ender with the Darkin Blade
Engulfed in flames Inferno where the spark was made
It's the Heavyweight champ and I got the gold belt
I'm making mics melt now tell me how that felt
The Red Brick Boys stomping making the noise
And everything up in our pathway is getting destroyed (bitch)
The definition of dope is what we is
And you know that we're not giving an additional dose
We aiming for the vocal chords then we ripping the notes
Sitting on that chair with nothing you just missing a rope
All you motherfuckers keeping a filter I'm unfiltered
The head tilter mister money bag milker
Coming up out the sand with a desert eagle equipped
Seven shots straight to the head and not a single bullet missed
Need a wisp just to see me in the fuckin' Mistlands
I wouldn't even dap you up if we switched hands
Keep you offline forever like a permanent ban
You get a left right combo like my vocals get panned (ha)
My rhythm is instilled no measure of windchill
Max level is my skill the kettle is now filled
Funerals with thick bills that kills
I'll just keep it moving like a windmill and feel
Whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want
I'll take when I see there's something that is better I want
Pack a punch crossing every single line when I beat you
Nobody want your feature go get back to the bleachers
It's the sound of rage and I'm down today
To fuck anybody up I'll smoke a pound away
I'm the World Ender with the Darkin Blade
Engulfed in flames Inferno where the spark was made
It's the Heavyweight champ and I got the gold belt
I'm making mics melt now tell me how that felt
The Red Brick Boys stomping making the noise
And everything up in our pathway is getting destroyed (bitch)
The definition of dope is what we is
And you know that we're not giving an additional dose
We aiming for the vocal chords then we ripping the notes
Sitting on that chair with nothing you just missing a rope
All you motherfuckers keeping a filter I'm unfiltered
The head tilter mister money bag milker
Coming up out the sand with a desert eagle equipped
Seven shots straight to the head and not a single bullet missed
Need a wisp just to see me in the fuckin' Mistlands
I wouldn't even dap you up if we switched hands
Keep you offline forever like a permanent ban
You get a left right combo like my vocals get panned (ha)
My rhythm is instilled no measure of windchill
Max level is my skill the kettle is now filled
Funerals with thick bills that kills
I'll just keep it moving like a windmill and feel
Whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want
I'll take when I see there's something that is better I want
