kill the rich - lunar c lyrics
[hook]
smoking do*si*dos, going up in smoke, rolling up these cones
he said “we need to collab”, no the f*ck we don’t
if it ain’t a g or more we don’t need to talk
k!ll the rich and feed the poor, f*ck it either or
[verse 1]
this is how it goes, this is how it goes
till they all fall down, ring around the roses
one punch will have you clowns folded like a calzone
i knock ’em out cold, i’m rocky balboa
course my sh*t’s fuego, what the f*ck did you think?
b*tch i’m ed gein, i’m getting under your skin
i got a mac, i won’t stop till all you pr*cks are suffering
a couple minutes all about me like a formal introduction
i’m basically like god, blood stains on my white top
on a black market i’ll sell your brain in an ice box
i can gеt you anything, import, export
from the grimy underbеlly like your bed sauce
the masked man that breaks into your home and enters
turns the smoke detectors and the motion sensors off
and burns it down to coal and embers
gobsh*tes are weird, tryna speak on my career
when you don’t really know the half of it like korea
[hook]
smoking do*si*dos, going up in smoke, rolling up these cones
he said “we need to collab”, no the f*ck we don’t
if it ain’t a g or more we don’t need to talk
k!ll the rich and feed the poor, f*ck it either or
[verse 2]
you’re so basic, cuz i’m gold plated, sh*t i’m built solid
i’m a h**rder, after all these years i’ve still got it
sn*tch your mic if your tunes are corny
they say i’m going places, they say my direction ain’t rooting for me
i got ’em bare stressed, i couldn’t care less
you’re not prepared yet, i’ll rob your house and pop your airbed
you ain’t up next, can’t get your family out the ends and make ’em proud
writing gibberish like a drunk text, they can’t make it out
smack the taste buds out your hateful mouth, can’t lose to no man
sh*t on your life and wipe my *rs* with your funeral program
your sh*t sounds like pots and pans
f*cking top five, i should be the first pick like a sonogram
watch your back, i’m at your house with my hawk max
buss the locks just because you got it good and i want it bad
a single thug tear, thinking on how it’s been a good year
there’s n0body like me, it’s become clear
[hook]
smoking do*si*dos, going up in smoke, rolling up these cones
he said “we need to collab”, no the f*ck we don’t
if it ain’t a g or more we don’t need to talk
k!ll the rich and feed the poor, f*ck it either or
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