Better call mummy ~ Mr Nike

 

OH DEAR. IS IT NIKE?

BOUT TO KILL THIS?

MAYBE IT IS. WHO KNOWS.

ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT

 

{Verse 1}

I kill beats everyday and i kill them to easily.

I spit on them first. They pass away peacefully.

Ill spit till the Police treat us black equally.

And ill either do that on the mic. Or illegally.

Cause i play this game like a game of monopoly.

And i kill off any rapper who spits too sloppily

Just want y'all niggas to know. theres no stoppin me.

Bend the knee to me. Then go back to singin with glee.

While im on T.V Livestreamin ur bitch gettin my D.

That means dick. But you must of known i was hittin that.

Im too magic how i spit. I pull a fuckin rap outta the hat.

Then i pull out my gat. and step on your fuckin door mat.

Find your cat. Rat-atat-tat and cats blood goes splat.

i guess i just popped a cap. right inside your flat.

Dont know who i am? Your as blind as a fuckin bat.

And while your blind. Ill crack your head with a bat.

Nike. Wearin fresk nikeys. And cuttin ur arteries.

Commitin robberies. To the police they are mysteries.

While your cartoon ass is bein played on Horrible Histories.

While im cookin meth. Here ill give u some recipes.

This wack ass nigga looks fresh from the seventies.

So spit to me. And ill make you shit your panties.

Then drive to your nans house. pop shots in your grammy.