"the black swordsman" lyrics
We not really playin' no more, bitch
Fuck you, lil' pussy
Ayy, straight out the mist like I'm Zabuza swingin' this blade
My style is like a pitbull, chewin' your face
Pack the blunt with an eighth, change your locks, you ain't safe
I got your favorite rapper wrapped up with a roll of duct tape
I left a bloodstained trail of rotten and bloody corpses
Guts is the name, the tale of the black swordsman
I could show you how to take like 50k and double it
Killed your favorite rapper, put his fanbase to shovelin'
Fuck a blog, fuck a record label, fuck a cosign
All I need my fanbase, bitch, you know it's go time
Put my team up on my back and run us past the goal line
Posted sippin' mimosa while I'm soakin' up the coast line
Yeah, my style is Vicodin dope
They talkin' shit, I'm Cloud Strife with a swift strike to the throat
And ain't not one of these bitches want us back when we was broke
These record labels just like these hoes, tryna jump on the scrot'
I'm similar to Patrick Bateman, pretty but my mind dark
Ain't no other white guy doin' drive-bys on a golf cart
Fuck Oli F., I'm 'bout to give you Alex Kelly
Tryna surmise how many pocket knives I could fit in your belly
Woah, yeah, in a black hoodie on your back porch
With a rusty hatchet, I'm scratchin' the sliding glass door
I'm feeling like I'm Matthew Lillard back in '96
I'ma bully all my haters til them pussies slit they wrists
Do it bitch, I promise you, you will not be missed
Put down the mic and suck a dick with all the sloppy spit
Go ahead and copy this, I'ma give y'all my permish
I swear to God, you prolly smokin' rock if you don't rock with this
Yo, Oli lookin' like he Freddie Prinze Jr
Got your favorite rapper pushin' petunias
I save y'all the suspense, I'm the killer at the end
Leavin' bullet holes up in your favorite rappers five percents, bitch
Alright
Jesse, calm down
Bitch! My name is Jet motherfucking Set
But you can call me Patrick Swayze
'Cause guess what? I'm ghost
And give me my goddamn cactus
Fuck you, lil' pussy
Ayy, straight out the mist like I'm Zabuza swingin' this blade
My style is like a pitbull, chewin' your face
Pack the blunt with an eighth, change your locks, you ain't safe
I got your favorite rapper wrapped up with a roll of duct tape
I left a bloodstained trail of rotten and bloody corpses
Guts is the name, the tale of the black swordsman
I could show you how to take like 50k and double it
Killed your favorite rapper, put his fanbase to shovelin'
Fuck a blog, fuck a record label, fuck a cosign
All I need my fanbase, bitch, you know it's go time
Put my team up on my back and run us past the goal line
Posted sippin' mimosa while I'm soakin' up the coast line
Yeah, my style is Vicodin dope
They talkin' shit, I'm Cloud Strife with a swift strike to the throat
And ain't not one of these bitches want us back when we was broke
These record labels just like these hoes, tryna jump on the scrot'
I'm similar to Patrick Bateman, pretty but my mind dark
Ain't no other white guy doin' drive-bys on a golf cart
Fuck Oli F., I'm 'bout to give you Alex Kelly
Tryna surmise how many pocket knives I could fit in your belly
Woah, yeah, in a black hoodie on your back porch
With a rusty hatchet, I'm scratchin' the sliding glass door
I'm feeling like I'm Matthew Lillard back in '96
I'ma bully all my haters til them pussies slit they wrists
Do it bitch, I promise you, you will not be missed
Put down the mic and suck a dick with all the sloppy spit
Go ahead and copy this, I'ma give y'all my permish
I swear to God, you prolly smokin' rock if you don't rock with this
Yo, Oli lookin' like he Freddie Prinze Jr
Got your favorite rapper pushin' petunias
I save y'all the suspense, I'm the killer at the end
Leavin' bullet holes up in your favorite rappers five percents, bitch
Alright
Jesse, calm down
Bitch! My name is Jet motherfucking Set
But you can call me Patrick Swayze
'Cause guess what? I'm ghost
And give me my goddamn cactus
