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grenade - viscerx* lyrics

[verse 1: shuu]
watch us blow up like we isis
my wordplay is amazing, bringing traction, its enticing
i hit him with an uppercut, but my name ain’t mike tyson
i’m usin’ overused lyrics, but b*tches still gon’ like it, d*mn
ay, all of these p*ssies gon’ bottomfeed, lookin’ up to us, cause we at the top where they wanna be
b*tches be wannabes, they tryna copy my flow cause they wanna be me, d*mn
now i am breakin’ his t**th, and i’m crackin’ his ego, i’m makin’ it bleed
now he down on a knee, no g*y sh*t, forgiveness what he plead
and since that’s what you seek, remember to say please
d*mn, i’m gettin’ heated, so i’ll grab a heater and shoot at his spleen
i got a .45, so do not agitate me, i’ll get mean
now like its call of duty, i am on a f*ckin’ k!llstreak
he thought that he could hide, but b*tch i popped a uav

d*mn, stomp these p*ssy b*tches down into the ground like they a cigarette
team biohazard think they menacin’, they talkin’ out they neck
and domo is a loser, talkin’ sh*t, but he is not a threat
and karter is a fatass, diabetes lay him down to rest
why the f*ck you keep on talkin’ bout me, b*tch, are you obsessed?
there’s is no point in tryin’, i already won, so who is next?
he really thought he won, he needa get that image out his head
yeah, i am talkin’ about domo, he a boy, that b*tch is not a man

[verse 2: prayn]
got a b*tch in a wagon, you know what i’m baggin
i punch and i punch, gonna leave yo sh*t packin’
i’m wreckin’ the stage with a flow, i be stackin’
i bop and i bop and there’s nothing that’s lackin’
you know the hats finna spray (aye)
going crazy like mdma (aye)
better be f*cking with prvyn
cus’ otherwise, i will just make you feel pain
deep voice, 15, b*tch you know i’m cheating life
taking down every pin, it’s like bowling, way i get strikes
toxic cowboy, here to make you switch sides
masters wanna make you they’re slaves, so use your f*cking eyes
god, way too many sinners, don’t you sign me to no bullsh*t
you thinking imma sign my life away? yo sh*t is stupid
they call me will.i.am the way i like to f*cking move it
why you threat with pistols when you don’t know how to use it?
i like to play it smart, so strategy is over violence
then i can know yo every move, so you could never silence
i’m usin’ my bare fist, cus’ i ain’t got no licence
i’ll box upon yo eye lens, yuh
[verse 3: burger]
aye, ruckus!
okay now, b*tch i run this
these bars are getting fatter than the rolls on karters fat limbs
gtrs with the rad rims
coppin’ all these p*ssies, that is what i’m side hustlin’
i’ll put you into poverty, the bag is what i’m wrestlin’
take it up a notch
pourin’ up a scotch
aim it at yo croch
domo has no c*ck
he ran out of stock
aye
catch me in a hurry
while i’m eating curry
little b*tch you cannot hurt me
i know andrew is a furry like
d*mn
dam getting bigger like my ego
puttin’ joe in caskets, imma hit ’em with the three throw
hit ’em like a quarterback, but i’m not talking eagles
we are smp, but we fire dessert deagles

[outro: shuu, prayn, burger]
know the burger’s finna smash
know the shoe’s in a dash
know that i be prayin’ everybody finna crash, aye
shuu is bringin’ out the crew
burger boutta f*ckin’ murder
and prayn predicting your incidents if you tryna catch a stain

- viscerx lyrics

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