GET IT POPPIN! (Mortal Kombat) Lyrics

Rrahh-rrahh

Bow, Bow (Blttt)

On bro', I did! (Slimee-Slimee, OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)

Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (On bro', Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it)

Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Bitch, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?")

Uh, Round 1, Let's Get It Poppin'

He'll get jumped in the crowd like a moshpit

He movin' greasy, we gon' pop him

I got the blick on the hip, tryna rock him

Put the knock on his back, massage it

Shots hit his body, bitch, we boxin'

Grrahh-grrahh, he see the flash, now, he runnin' like Sonic

And, we tote big guns, Halo

Put a red beam on his eye like Kano

Duck ya top, bitch, you better lay low

Knock-knock, we at ya door, SoFaygo!

Bitch, i'm a Street Fighter, I got the K', yo' (KO)

Kill everybody in sight like Django

I'll knock down a block like Jenga

I'm in the dark, covered up like a ninja

Grrahh, bluetips punchin' his chest, Liu Kang

All black, hop out a Bat, Man, Bruce Wayne

I see him, better run like Usain

Open his scalp, lil bro' need a new brain

I'ma Talk Facts like D-Thang

Lettin' the heat sang, he on a shirt, that's T-Pain

Baeeboy shoot like Curry, he got a 30, he throw shots from deep-range

Grrahh

Make shit spark, Raiden

I'll put him below, with Satan

Grrah, put him in shock, taser

He'll get tagged, shit got a laser

That lil bitch tryna work it? I throw shots, i'ma chase her

Grrahh-Grrahh, bluetips sharp, razor

Grrahh, he'll get left, remainder

I get Cash, Johnny May

Big gun, shit kick, Johnny Cage

Who the fuck am I sendin' up high, today?

I'ma send niggas up in the sky, today

I'ma make somebody mother cry, today

I'll leave a nigga see-thru like lingerie

Stay strapped like a dyke, Young MA

He tryna fight, shots punch like MMA

Bitch (Bitch)

I'm tired of these niggas playin with me, you heard?

I really do this shit

Niggas always got my name in they mouth

Finatic this, Finatic that

Like, suck my dick!

On bro' (The fuck?)

Uh, Round 2, Let's Get It Poppin'

He'll get jumped in the crowd like a moshpit

He movin' greasy, we gon' pop him

I got the blick on the hip, tryna rock him

Put the knock on his back, massage it

Shots hit his body, bitch, we boxin'

Grrahh-grrahh, he see the flash, now, he runnin' like Sonic

Bitch

He play with my bread, toast him like Scorpion

I got the fye', i'm tryna scorch him

Put a Four-five on his back, Jordan

Throw on the forces, they fresh white

You could see my swag, I don't need no light

He'll get put in the sky, kite

Bullets start flyin', send him a flight (On bro')

Bitch, i'm coldhearted, Sub-Zero

I get more head than a pillow

That lil bitch a scrub like Brillo

I'll send shots thru the window

Lil bitch, you better get low

Fat bulletholes, size of a big toe

Grrahh, aim at his top, better duck like limbo

Bitch (Bow-Bow)

Suck My Dick!

On bro', like

And, I carry the Blade like Sonya

Spark me a blunt, on bro', i'm a stoner

Like, damn

Play with my bread? I'ma pop up with a toaster

Bitch

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?

Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?"