Final Destination ft. Loxtone. Lyrics

Thor

God of thunder, or I'm not

Best believe I'll give it all that I got

Tryna make it to the top

Whether you think my shit is hot, or it's not

I think I got what it takes to be in it with the big dogs

But I do it just to floss

One couldn't give a fuck

Sounds as if you outta luck

Come back for the mad stuff

Kavity and big Lox

Better believe we're going up

Middle fingers

To you motherfuckers that think that we're not

Better look us up

Perth, that's what's up

You better know what's up

Get up on your feet

Better jump to the sick bump

Bass and that snare drum

Any like me, slim to none

Maybe there's some

But do you get crunk like Mr. Loxton

Unleash the dragon, fire spreading

Better run motherfuckers

Coming with the gun, gun motherfuckers

Running up on you

And

Poured in this pot

Oh my god

I'm not getting all of the answers

But I'm not gonna slow

Till I'm running up on these gangsters

Like I'm Pac on a roll

And I'm coming up with defences

And I'm copping a stall

As soon as I can explode

Is there any I can expose

You take the matter at face value

As mad as it makes you

When these faggots betray you

And does that entertain you

Yeah, is that on the menu

With this shit I won't fake

Shooting the side of your face dude

Do whatever it takes

Don't think anymore

This ain't tug of war, we got 'em

Such a menace in this game

Them metaphors, we jot 'em

Leaving the cards

Out on the table before we blow

Like a stove top. Lid 'n' all of course they know

Of course we don't, have to speak

But also, it's a form of show

To back it then again enforce the road

And foster growth

This is how we cross the throne

Spitting morse code on these faggots

Like the raw foot soldiers

Cane corso

What matters if you start to toke this

When your soul shatters in half, that you snap into focus

Get the most out this bag, getting back any vultures

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Have my soul captive, as others laugh, insult us

To the day

After the part when I slap you sulkers

In the fucking face

Enguard, and the cast we

Cultivated an escape

But in order to rap shit colder

Spill us the beans

Poured in this pot

Oh my god

I'm not getting all of the answers

But I'm not gonna slow

Till I'm running up on these gangsters

Like I'm Pac on a roll

And I'm coming up with defences

And I'm copping a stall

As soon as I can explode

Is there any I can expose

You take the matter at face value

As mad as it makes you

When these faggots betray you

And does that entertain you

Yeah, is that on the menu

With this shit I won't fake

Shooting the side of your face dude

Do whatever it takes