Kool-Aid Man The Way My Mental Is Crashing ft. Lucky Bamboo Lyrics

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Bullets from my steel, some, b-bullets from my steel, some

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Bandaid on my heart, watch this shawty rip it off

'Cause I know she only likes it rough when she is getting off

Get it off, oh my God, my opps ain't biting like they bark

Boy, I think I'm fucking tripping 'cause I see shit in the dark

They comparing me to Christ, but I don't think that it's fair

'Cause I did more fucking work than him before my balls grew hair

Shit, I'm up against the reaper, no, I never I drop my stare

And I think that God's afraid of me because he never comes to earth, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

They a flock of sheep, running away like I'ma shepherd's pie

She say she not my enemy while gripping on a fucking .nine

She ask me what's my sign? I say"Fugu 'til I die"

Sucking on my dick like it's a milkshake from the Five Guys

Yeah, watch me on the come up, standing out like I'm a mesa

Proposing in my socks because I'll never crease my sneakers

She giving godly brain, it's turning me into a heathen

I'm sleeping like a dog while I dream of my next feature

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Bullets from my steel, some, b-bullets from my steel, some

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Me and Jay Midas on the mic, we on a mission, uh

Whipping up the beat when I'm cooking in the kitchen, uh

Pushing rappers down like I'm a Minecraft piston, uh

So, you better watch out when you see us in the distance, uh

'Cause it will be a field day catching rappers like we're fishing, uh

What you gonna do about it? Soundgarden song"Attrition", uh

So, when our song comes on, put your earphones in and listen, uh

'Cause me and Jay Midas, you don't even know what you're missing, uh

Our song is fresh not moldy like the cheese called 'the Stilton'

Cooking up the beat, it's delicious like a meal done right

The secret formula, you wanna steal like you're Sheldon

The way I rip the mic, like an orange when I peel them

Discreet sound and smooth like when a drug deals done

Wait, Enzo Amore just changed his name to Real1?

So, get your god damn heads off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, son

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Get yo' god damn hands off of a real one

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some

Bullets from my steel, some, b-bullets from my steel, some

Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some