Produced by: Zavala Beats
2 rappers ready to take out anybody who gets in our way!
Who do you think it is? Take a hunch
We don't make our shit at night we make our shit a lunch/
Joel spits some ill shit I'll take it can crunch mine, what's the best part of the day? Fucker it's Lunch Time
Lyrics
(hook)
false intentions, no repenting
it's the sh** that we do, no body mentions
no pretending, it's harder then we're clinching
look up to the sky, headed to the place that's temping
contradictions, no restriction
everything we say is like a page in a fiction
but our frictions, harder then conditions
we make em hit harder then a foot on a kick-drum
(verse 1)
i feel it in my bones it's that weird odd feeling
makes me float up in the sky till i hit that ceiling
then they bring me back down when my heads in the clouds
yo i can't turn around where we headed at now?
ta-ta-ta-dat-dow, it's the sped who raps proud
everybody hating on me like they deaded that style
like this kids from the 80s hair looking crazy
everywhere he goes, m a wanna be a slim shady
but he sounds like he's sick, and their talking about my voice
i'm a nasely kid and i don't have a choice
it's my deviated septum and i can't control that
playing with my sex gun, watch for the blow back
b*** es think they know that, but they have no idea
cause i'm going off the top of my head like i was a chea
everything you do i beat y a, everything i do's a feature
if i could be food i'd be the works on a pizza
(hook)
false intentions, no repenting
it's the sh** that we do, no body mentions
no pretending, it's harder then we're clinching
look up to the sky, headed to the place that's temping
contradictions, no restriction
everything we say is like a page in a fiction
but our frictions, harder then conditions
we make em hit harder then a foot on a kick-drum
(verse 2)
now put your hands up like this was a robbery
i framed you for the shot now everybody robbing me
i am a novelty, rapping like i gotta be
i got a lot of fans but i'm still stuck in poverty
bummin off my parents, living on their property
doing all my chorse that they asked, or i'm gonna be
i'm gonna be grounded, no i can't be that
that's where my sound is, and i don't believe dat
and this is where i sleep at a bummy ass couch
i can't swear inside or they'll run my ass out
but it's a funny ass house, i have fun and pass out
spending all my dough on sh** , all my money's cashed out
living like i'm broke, like another sorry joke
but fan's arent concerned so another stories wrote
so i say i'm really wealthy, have a girl named Chelsy
my heart is really healthy, god would someone help me
(hook)
false intentions, no repenting
it's the sh** that we do, no body mentions
no pretending, it's harder then we're clinching
look up to the sky, headed to the place that's temping
contradictions, no restriction
everything we say is like a page in a fiction
but our frictions, harder then conditions
we make em hit harder then a foot on a kick-drum
