"Operation: Kill Rap" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
Yeah, all day (Bitch), fuckin' all day
Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes, getting motherfuckin' paid, nigga
Ah, shit (Shit), motherfuckin' damn
Got another wack nigga
With a mic up in his hand
I be chillin' in a car, Purple Rain on repeat
Say she wanna fuck yo' boy
But I ain't fuckin' up my seats
Got some brain in the sheets with a thousand-dollar vest
Got rap on her knees, and I nutted on her chest
Fuck rap (Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap)
Bitch, fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap
Everybody do it, boy, there's nothin' to it
Man, you better move it, just use it if you lose it, now go
Fuck rap, motherfuck rap, fuck rap (Fuckin' bitch)
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap (Fuckin' bitch)
Everybody do it, boy, there's nothin' to it
Man, you better use it, just use it if you lose it, now go
Half of these niggas is not in my lane (Yeah)
I've been writing since I was 12, producing since I was 15
And pitch black with two chords, and a vinyl converter
I flip a sample on its back, and make it scream out bloody murder (Yeah)
Got some dealin' on a burner, and I'm spinnin' off the batter (Yeah)
Chop its body into pieces, then I pick apart and gather
Spread that shit over a pattern and batter, bruise, EQ
Treble, bass? Doesn't matter, oh, my God, I taste an error
Uh, so I return to the crates
Found my next victim, and it's nighttime sympathize, whoops
I mean synthesize, spread her legs, up her thighs
Kiss her neck, get it wet, Trojan vest, fuck her right
Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes, getting motherfuckin' paid, nigga
Ah, shit (Shit), motherfuckin' damn
Got another wack nigga
With a mic up in his hand
I be chillin' in a car, Purple Rain on repeat
Say she wanna fuck yo' boy
But I ain't fuckin' up my seats
Got some brain in the sheets with a thousand-dollar vest
Got rap on her knees, and I nutted on her chest
Fuck rap (Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap)
Bitch, fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap
Everybody do it, boy, there's nothin' to it
Man, you better move it, just use it if you lose it, now go
Fuck rap, motherfuck rap, fuck rap (Fuckin' bitch)
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap (Fuckin' bitch)
Everybody do it, boy, there's nothin' to it
Man, you better use it, just use it if you lose it, now go
Half of these niggas is not in my lane (Yeah)
I've been writing since I was 12, producing since I was 15
And pitch black with two chords, and a vinyl converter
I flip a sample on its back, and make it scream out bloody murder (Yeah)
Got some dealin' on a burner, and I'm spinnin' off the batter (Yeah)
Chop its body into pieces, then I pick apart and gather
Spread that shit over a pattern and batter, bruise, EQ
Treble, bass? Doesn't matter, oh, my God, I taste an error
Uh, so I return to the crates
Found my next victim, and it's nighttime sympathize, whoops
I mean synthesize, spread her legs, up her thighs
Kiss her neck, get it wet, Trojan vest, fuck her right
