Dankenstein ft. Wolfgang Santana Lyrics

Hello?

What you saying Wolfgang?

Been a minute indeed

Not even China no more man

It's Kilo

It's Kilo

Let's go

Most minimum effort, yeah

But I came for the method, yeah

With the stress and the blessings, yeah

Musta left em for dead, yeah

Cuz the mind of a rider, yeah

With the soul of the restless, yeah

When I stepped up inside, yeah

You get brayed for ya breakfast, yeah

You get served in the rain, slapped in the face, trapped in a place no one can save you

Last in the place, passing the grave fast and they break, bastards they gave you.

I'm a monster now, you made Frankenstein

Call the cops, don't ask what's mine

Pot black but the kettle shine, and I drank what's mine and dint add no lime

Called your bluff and then mauled ya

Never should've been calling ya

Red flag, man, I warned ya

But I fucked myself and ignored ya

Sith on road but see them through

Sick on flows but these slick yutes

Came back frozen, wear mad jewels

Where's my diesel, where's my fuse at?

Came back ruthless, came back toothless

Looking gruesome, bald like Gru's son

Die hard, I'll get my bruce on

Grey Poupon, where's that food gone?

Ticking boxes, no coupon

Getting slept like a futon

You know them lads round your end?

Well where the fuckin' hell you from? yeah

Lunchbox with a suit on

Tried to fall when you moved on

I'm a seasoned smoker, treason joker

Don't you ask where my moods gone

Don't you ask where my moods gone

Most minimum effort, yeah

But I came for the method, yeah

With the stress and the blessings, yeah

Musta left em for dead, yeah

Cuz the mind of a rider, yeah

With the soul of the restless, yeah

When I stepped up inside, yeah

You get brayed for ya breakfast, yeah

You get served in the rain, slapped in the face, trapped in a place no one can save you

Last in the place, passing the grave fast and they break, bastards they gave you

I'm a monster now, you made Frankenstein

Call the cops, don't ask what's mine

Pot black but the kettle shine, and I drank what's mine and dint add no lime

Endo in that purse

Dexter to these nerds

Text her, make it worse

Or ignore, up and reverse

I be up out in the daytime

Listening for them shots

You was on hand like a pistol

Now ya listening for them cocks

I be slick jack when I roll by

You're cig pack, you don't roll, guys

Tinsel round a Christmas tree

No six pack, let the rolls fly

Come back around the same time

Bust back with insane lines

No match here for them flame rhymes

I don't practice, it just saves time

Most minimum effort, yeah

But I came for the method, yeah

With the stress and the blessings, yeah

Musta left em for dead, yeah

Cuz the mind of a rider, yeah

With the soul of the restless, yeah

When I stepped up inside, yeah

You get brayed for ya breakfast, yeah

You get served in the rain, slapped in the face, trapped in a place no one can save you

Last in the place, passing the grave fast and they break, bastards they gave you

I'm a monster now, you made Frankenstein

Call the cops, don't ask what's mine

Pot black but the kettle shine, and I drank what's mine and dint add no lime