//0:03 -1:41
Bitches and gentlemen, this is the way of the Mogwai
Attacking in broad day, sending the masses God's way
Any attempt to wet me up or put me in the spotlight
Will lead to a dogfight on-site right next to a stop sign
As your blood slow drips on top of a snow drift
Ruin your whole Christmas like a tree with no gifts
I'm a front-loader but look out the window, I'm back-hoe
Run up and smack foes for stickin to whack flows
Set fire to the block, everything gets burned on sight
Keep thinkin I'm Gizmo & find out how I earned this Stripe
I'm a night stalkin Gremlin, kitted in all black
Knives, guns, hand grenades..kill'em with all that
Im lurkin in alleyways, waitin on a victim to spawn
Leak his [Juice from his chess], 2 quick "brrrrtts" n I'm gone
Takin out opps across the map like it's Bishop & pawns
Listen, on God..I'm just too sick for ya, dawg
You'd have better luck with clover or wishin on stars
You get it? I'm raw!
OK, let's flip it
Take it back in the old school
Before autotune..
When you needed skill with the ProTools
Just killin the vocals
Nouns, verbs and adjectives
Straight shittin' with no laxatives
Lil Gremlin with a chainsaw
Casually causin' massive accidents
Hackin', slashin' at all inhabitant
Y'all already know the methods
Make any bystanders go for exits
Ame & shoot when the CoinDrop, spare no expenses
It's a wrap, shows over now roll the credits!!
//Coindrop 1:42 - 2:55
After we roll the credits, we hope to get a post credit scene,
And don't forget, there's no exceptions by any means,
Do whatever for my audience to make sure they're astonished,
You wouldn't face your fears even through a staring contest;
All this crap I drain and danger made, it's makes me mad,
Where all the lady's at? They want me for my crazy raps,
The type to take a nap on you with my naked ass,
Shooting my shot in the dark, you'd think I'm playing laser tag;
I asked to free Martians, I need the Master Chief, spartan,
Help me throw plasmas each, start with a masterpiece, artist,
And once I go all out like a power outage,
They'll cancel me, somewhere Golden Shower's pouting;
Suicide? I decide the side that I'm on,
Design the signs and sign my signature song,
Specialize, then weaponize to pick at your long
Raps that make me *sigh* so hard, you'd think it's a yawn;
Better think about what you're doing cuz you know I won't stop,
I'll do a drive-by and come shoot up your writer's block,
Literally you're ghostwriter's block, cuz you don't write too well,
Time to pay for your sins, Ghost Rider sending you right to hell;
You can tame me, but trust me, you ain't scaring nobody,
I'll have nothing but facts stated like I gave it a territory,
I'll tell all of the truths 'bout ya, you can dare me,
And like a broken Bluetooth speaker, you can't compare me;
Little gremlins don't play
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Coindrop
Member since June 1 2022