 Tell Charlie Clips I go Charlie Hunnam Short with some highly writers Go to his house and a lad then shootin' even the cop it flyin' You are walkin' in shit, I kid And I copy migrants on a strap I'm using to chaplain movie that I like Charlie Simon What? Real talk, I had a connection flight When I was a robber in Dublin I was thinking where should I let the ironing land in case you tryin' or something The funny part is I got a big gun With you airplane and heat throw put five in your pumpkin Long story short it's all leads to him dyin' in London Boy, you wanna prove you the king of writers If that shit of gold didn't touch the stage First the one they think is mine It's your villain He got the crown to decay in his mouth like ginger bias But you're supposed to be what? A pain in my side Let's let a pin decide this We both sin Oh Dang you know I'm not So me catchin' this buddy come is no surprise They fuck with me since double B was part of Tony's life I came out of the hood to be in poison That's a cobra strike Now I hold my home No fuck's given That's a lonely night You can't cheat Got plenty rougers for a Freddy Krueger lover Ever since the young age my whole crew been gutter Tooley Tuggers we used to put Kevlar vests on And shoot each other Not a whole team Not a whole team cop 38's like we Krueger hunters Look I mean you in real deal doing gumbaws is vile behavior Trying to be like Stiles and Jada but you're more like Niles and Frazier Why I'm killing this faker See violence ain't the only way that you can deal with the haters See Unibrow barely broke 100,000 views in your life And just to keep it real with you player If I woulda hit you back You woulda woke up a fucking million views later So if you ever think you're ever fucking getting the chain That's cute But the only time the staff ever mention your name Is when Golly's like some say shot he isn't gonna show up And that's what the talk is about And organic's like fuck It's caustic around Hours were spinning I played Donkey Kong But this time Texas singing we making country songs Let's go an exercise bike that can exercise you Bro if you fucked a girl on her period You'd bend the frame on her menstrual cycle I think I'm gonna hit you with a Pikachu scheme I keep it black and white like a beetle do you see him Listen I couldn't wait to get to Toronto I would finally be eating poutine Listen but imagine my dismay As I took my table to sit ordered Canada's favourite dish Five minutes later I found out the shadiest shit Which just comes over to me in definition With a plate of gravy and chips Fruits Once in a while your shit is vaguely bearable But you're back here every week with the same material And you'll probably keep going till the day they bury you In a grave that says Stephen O'Shea Yeah terrible Wanna fight yeah Oh right then sidestep Nice chat right left One two one two Like a mind chat Mute tight head fight My bones they ain't finish a bug When I infiltrate the hub Where I'm from niggas getting hit with a ricochet of slugs Any given day is blood You're gonna intimidate a thug Trying to generate a buzz When I originated from the culture That your whole life is just an imitation of You're pushing up attendance at every month's event For some attention just to pay your mother's rent Here's one suggestion If you're so fucking stressed about how your money gets in Why not sell your massive gun collection Hide death I don't know if you drunk I don't know if you hide death But this wind gonna be clear on cam Hide death You better be slick You better be slick like Rick Or you gonna be the one I left They ask DNA They ask DNA how you scheme I told them it's in my jeans Why Cleft? Do me a favor after this round I sit together alas my first born I just hope that you know I never abandoned you When your mom left it got emotional Yo I'm your father And my son We supposed to be close Since the royal rumble reunited us Since the royal rumble reunited us It's only right I show you the ropes But they're telling me that 100 is sick No 100 is shit If you've come here to say that I'm your son Then just quit because if I was your son That would make me a son of a bitch No one's heard of you in North America Folks are just puzzled They're only listening to your rounds To hear that I'm going to rebuttle You don't know that King of the Door is great and shit But if we compare our two leagues Then Don't Flop would take the win So if they want to tell us how to operate our ship I've got nine words for King of the Door Please give me a battle on world domination I'm a certified killer You can check the portfolio Hold me no I'll break your body down like folio Straight bars with an edge That's a toble of Rome Toe of... It's me You tried your best But I was made to win And since I'm a school I'm C's average So what you major in? The good guy Got his first drink when he was 25 Can't stir You don't even look like you drink and drive I'm sunning rappers like Mother Mathers get Bunter Ashes Dustin Fragments When I wage war I come with the same force That sunk out ladness I'm about to silent the tech nine And I ain't talking about gun attachments Everyone doubts Everyone's proud to take me for a muck Then you're getting put down in my bed Yet My mother talked to me Like I'm not war with it Talked like I've already fought with it All your gimmicks have a parlor Your paws on your sleeve With a nine like Storm Milley When it comes to beef I've got a fork in it I'm sunning these youths All furnished Poor buddies getting bored Cause I'm warped in his first paint Lookin' where gay he was all grinning I'm a sure business I'm not all with it Fuck wills in y'all When I get brought in it You're in the pouring speed In the smallest wits It's just a relevant flow You never can hold your sound like a repetitive phone I'm getting him ghost about time And I let him know you're better above Like a piece of a moonrock Overhead bars like a sheep in a roof So fuck bars you got Your mom got a fucking walking stick With wheels on it Donuts with one hand I've been training, you know Sylvester Stallone Cracking the X for the road Hitting the flesh in the cold Running the steps in the snow Whoa, judging by your frame Charlie You need a train better fam I will mayweather man Combinations will open him up I got a safe pair of hands I know she nervous A girl scared I got her scared Knock you out You wake up with her bed They ain't hype for you I try to sell Arteen But if you don't pay pal Then fuck it I got a wife for you But I understand why you did it Cortez Because your dick went soft But are you standing there Looking like a Mario brother When you coulda laid a pipe Or get one up When you hit the box It used to be normal as a kid But uh, you went to Uncle Jimmy's house And you came back and you've been acting a little different now Uncle Jimmy used to go into Pedro's room And like, he ain't even turned on her Like, he just fell around You, your mom, your nan, and your grandad Are all in a band together They said, I'm a huge G Massive letter I'ma be honest with you I can't live with another You mentioned my mom so much I mean, here, I give you a number I fuck your whore in the office You can't get me your mom's number Because I already got it Motivated barely by fake aggression And playing scary So no matter how hard you try to push the envelope It'll always be stationing What the fuck, words? I came to apply pressure to he unnerved You expect punches? But what I got in store is much worse Not gunbursts But a big blade pushed his way to sunhurt So run through Like a doorway, I grip the handle And open him up with one turn I already showed you They say, watch out for this craft But my shit sparks And you're getting burned now The stakes are up So I'm thinking witchcraft You claim to get it Making the setup plan funny With the suffix detached Cause the punch in the subscript Is something he lacks But you're like Wiley Coyote Chasing the road, running with traps You keep repeating your bad setups But there's nothing to catch Try me as 5p I ain't explaining it right You test code, got a bag And that's just paying the price I think this nigga could beat me Not today So you got a lot to say But this the Hunger Games I only showed up to start mocking Jay This bottle's fucking bollocks Rightist I'm like an OAP at the gym I'm only doing it to stay active You said everyone here thinks I'm a no-name Which had me laughin' my ass off As I prepared for this asshole Cause you're the one that has to live In a unanimous shadow Try to start a group where the Asians can mix Where we can celebrate our culture In the way that we live I mean the Black Panthers worked But no one came to my thing I guess the Yellow Panthers never had the same sort of thing That's a Japanese car dealer And your Mars a Chinese palm reader So why the fuck do you look like an half Korean art teacher?