LEECH ft. XZARKHAN Lyrics

Yeah

I ain't wanna have to do it to 'em

These little rappers in my scene look like my Oompa Loompas

Suburban born you lying to ya self you not a shooter

Fix ya posture hunchback ass Koopa Troopa

If I'm a colonizer, fine then, you Montezuma

Pop a pussy in the microwave he ramen noodle

He don't want no beef, he chicken wings hot ones

Straight bars and bare knuckles not guns

But unlike you, I don't use prop ones

So if you tryna take it there we can pop one

Shift the gears, hit the Nos, Gods son

Acting like you been a boss but you not one

I'm Stillmatic you crack addict I'm back it

I'm flabbergasted you gassed up but I lit the matches

Little basic ass baby back bitch

You should hop up off the internet and start raising ya kid

It's like that huh

You ain't a dad bruh

Yo baby mama beat yo ass

You not a man bruh

I'm on yo ass huh

You think you bad bruh?

That's why claiming this and that but it ain't adding up

You just looking for handout

A basic leech

Watch me push you off ya pedestal and break ya knees

You really tryna test the true deviant evil

These syllables could snatch your skin through the tip of a needle

I make real connections with real life people

I ain't living on the internet like the rest of you sheeple

So while you sitting rock bottom homeless at the casino

Playing nickel slots for a dollar just to cop a burrito

I'm working 60 hours outside with all my Latinos

I'm like the Equalizer meets Eastwood from Gran Torino

You wouldn't know real work if it could smack you in the face

Cuz you just an entitled prick that ain't got nothing to say

And I could take it further if I really wanted to buddy

But I ain't tryna leave bruised and battered bloody my buddy

Cuz there ain't nothing after that you in my hands like silly putty

I ain't calling out ya name you make me sick to my tummy

But I suggest you tone it down with all that ego lil buddy

Cuz you and I know that we know that it ain't nothing funny

Buddy