War Machine ft. Kulent Beats Lyrics

Grymm, Dave, Grymm, Dave, Grymm, Dave, Grymm, Dave, Grymm, Dave, Grymm, let's go

I am the apex of creativity, a nativity scene, Serene is what lives in me, now who me

Unique, make you part of the Bullet Club for being Too Sweet

And your heart black and bitter, just like licorice, these vigorous scripts inspired by those who's living it

L.E.S, yes, we stay militant, gorilla shit, popping up when you least expect

Got you all saying, he's the best, while the rest of the community is saying he's a threat

Seasoned I bet, to acquiesce to the One Chip Paqui test

I know that's too hot, you not Tupac, you've got one third of that charisma

And I'm an enigma, you just infected with the ligma

Filled with pride like Simba, till you left with that Scar tissue

From the pain that my bars issued, hard flip you like judo you know Puerto Rock, heavy weight like sumo, Packing E in Honda's

Yo quiero fumo, yo quiero fumo, ain't a blow that's too low, Nah

Ain't a blow that's too low, Nah, ain't a blow that's too low

Godzilla my rage, the craziest, irradiated 80 mile radiuses with wavy scripts, maybe he is thicker than gravy is With one mic, got you pushing up daisies kid

No rosary needed, my flow is an Eden, I got that prose of a demon

That's why I know when you're scheming, no X O's, no defense, grab your goggles

You're getting thrown in the deep end, and your knees will weaken like your girl when she listened to the Wknd

Your music sounded real funny like coochie coo

So tell me what you gonna do with that Tooli two

Whole crew got more masks than an episode of Scooby Doo and yeah, we throw you in the back of the van

You about to take a look at the back of my hand

Grab the baby powder, we roll with more chicks than a baby shower

You may be sour, but oh well, I'm rocking points for my hotel

Delivering rappers bodies to my plug wholesale

Yo quiero fumo, yo quiero fumo, ain't a blow that's too low, Nah

Ain't a blow that's too low, Nah, ain't a blow that's too low