course you don't - complete lyrics
[verse 1: complete]
yo, there’s no chance of ya hittin’ me so scram
or i’ll carve ya palms off and i’ll literally throw hands
(oh d*mn)
you’re indeed on a slippery slope man
bring the piggies i’ma turn ’em to hickory smoked ham (smoked ham)
don’t plan on taking the game over
when your biggest claim to fame is you came on your mates sofa
as you ate toast and you waited patient to tape oprah
then you got a b*n*r watching the races at daytona
face it you lame loner your futures dimmer than you consider
you can sit away at loser table and lose ya dinner
you beginner, you rеally think you can bruise a winner
your chance of succеss is like anorexics but super thinner
the human skinner, the person peeler, the surgeon
i make a rapper squirm when i first reveal this burden
feeling determined, to hurt ’em, heal, then burn ’em
i’m certain you’ll never stop our perverted wheel from turnin’
[chorus: complete and sever]
you don’t want it with the ward!
course ya don’t, want a war then it’s all she wrote
you don’t want it with the, ward!
ya forced to choke, main course metaphors and quotes
you don’t want it with the ward!
paused and froze, stop lookin’ like you saw a ghost
you don’t want it with the ward!
you don’t want it with the ward!
nah course ya don’t
[verse 2: sever and complete]
it’s a crew that many men avoid, for every pen i [?]
ten destroyed toys get ascending scent of the smelly void
sh*lly, oi
yo
look at these rappers h*ll annoyed
tryna reach top but all in vain like a haemorrhoid
it’s sever oi and we’re sporting some broke frangas[?]
now i’m broke with two kids and a wh0re that has no manners
find me on the mic recording some dope bangers
’til i hang this baby up like abortions and coat hangers
cautioning slow rappers not to stand in my spot
the clan that i got, can topple any plan that ya plot
see ya prancing ’round at shows slappin’ hands and for what?
you rhymes are slack but ya brand ’em as hot
so the standard is dropped very lowww
what’s the problem with ya?
don’t ya want with the box and we’ll size ’em up for a coffin fitter
the rotten spitter i’m barely coughin’ and off the richter
got ’em nodding quicker so scatter off ’cause the gods are here
[chorus: complete and sever]
you don’t want it with the ward!
course ya don’t, want a war then it’s all she wrote
you don’t want it with the, ward!
ya forced to choke, main course metaphors and quotes
you don’t want it with the ward!
paused and froze, stop lookin’ like you saw a ghost
you don’t want it with the ward!
you don’t want it with the ward!
nah course ya don’t
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