Twang Lyrics

I can counter strike I'm accounting mine counting can you account for it or are you Counter fit kid

I'm bound to have you lifted I'm sounding in and a giver

I will pound you into liver cakes Yo I'm the Illest mate

I will hound the mic, il kill you on tape I'm astounding like the chillest kunt hey

Yo you found your style I have the good intent good will hunting

Have the intellect tech 2 and I'm a hood inventor have you breathless

I'm a good investor yo you should be ingesting this shit

Man I'm the next best legend urban survey said sermon

I'm serving a purpose I'm the one to burn you mate amen

Yo the best is here for sure rest assured i will wreck more bring it rawest

Step to my form I'm a god dam force I will absorb yours have ya beheaded remix Ya Thoughts

I'm intelligent forceful intellect resourceful I can outsource it

I'm a self-sentient psycho il send it

I'm half god half mortal probably mental i got a gifted cock I'm hot and solid and rip you Apart

Yo I'm hungry your plenty, i bomb drop tracks i track yetis

I flex like jet lee on jet skis in flexi fit snap kicking chefs until they drop the recipe

Man I'm ready gifted I'm thrifty linking step to me for breakfast

I'm betting on fresh meat and i will reck you for free and

I will feed with ease believe me your some poser rapper living with your parents talking Tough

Following my last ten ex's

Man I'm that influential I laugh at ya fuktards i burn a crisper crisp not risk fucking a mix With a shit rhymer

I rock i right man to righteous gifted, man I'm through bitching so many kunts are see Through

I can murmur it I murder shit i burn you kids

I flirt with scrips i earn it I'm gifted I'm burning you kiddy I'm to sickly I'm murking the Crisper

Like letting you have the crinkle cut, I wreck wenches out to deck Ya bench-press sets Until your skill beheaded

Yo I'm out to thrill Ya end Ya in any Menchen in one breath effortlessly

Without breathing no contest any contenders ended I will wreck you

Ya empty headed I reckon sure plenty are pretenders I call them pretty il cuddle up to Ya

Man i spit dimes I'm coal to combust come mess with the cold crusher

I'm a fucking diamond yo the mic will split a modernizer fuck monetizing this cos I'm like Modern nicer i got ya mic

And i rock it right righteous yo man likely I'm stomping a rhymer bong on nicely

I will bomb drop precise with my timing

I'm using my Akai cos my tractor is wired I'm uh monstrous rhymer

I rip rappers in half rapping a rapture i smack the fuck out of ya rhyme book a bully I pull Weight

So push me ya pussy's man ya punce rappers I'm more off tap to much to ingest I'm the Illest behaviour