Lunar C – WY Freestyle Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- Yo, I'm running, running through the jungle
- Swinging with an anaconda wrapped around my knuckles
- I put gorillas in headlocks, grab them in a huddle?
- I spill their blood when I got them, then drown them in a puddle
- How come these rappers say they won't change
- Then they make a load of gay shit for radio play
- That's why I hate the whole game, I ain't saying no names
- But I ain't associating with these pagans, no way
- I'm on this ?
- It's just a life that I chose
- And you couldn't change my mind if you put a knife to my throat
- I'm undeniably dope, big up everyone supporting and fuck your life if you don't
- My dick will leave a bitch with a sore throat like she got strangled
- Paralysed with a pussy smelling of off mackerel
- Getting under your skin like bomb shrapnel
- Walking 'round with two fat joints like I've got cankles
- You don't know a crew that can rap this hard in Britain
- Fly Tippers in this bitch, we be aggy, I'm just chilling
- Took your mother to the bedroom, but your dad just started bitchin'
- So I smashed it on the landing like a Kamikaze mission
- On my birthday I say ?
- Hands in a dark room, I wasn't born I was summoned all of the sudden
- I'm just giving you a short introduction and insight into why all my thoughts are disgusting
- I'm saying: Any church is getting burned down
- Bully? anybody that I battled in the first round
- They're angry cause I jumped in the scene and just destroyed it
- Fuck a clash; I've never even lost a coin flip
- Hah! This is a hard beat pattern
- Sounds like a fat bitches ass cheeks clapping
- I'm not a rapper, I'm just good at shit talking
- Peddle by pimping? Baggin been balling?
- But I ain't fucking with these second rate reprobates
- I dead my prey before they get a chance to plan to get away
- Yeah, and anyone that makes it to my cellar stays
- I got these backpackers hooked like Leatherface
- All and you up and comers go and do your homework
- Haters on my dick, but I know why they so hurt
- I'm killing this so much I'm getting on my own nerves
- Dub-Y Bradford, make this mission covert