Lyrics Bopbopland - Sideshow the King , Air Robbie

Coming for the show
Shit, Side, this a master beat
Watch me drop a masterpiece
Never trust another in my lane
Cause I'm smoking massive reef
Now I'm killing these grunts
You can call me Master Chief
They always try to kief with the steez
But I don't give a fuck
I don't cook passive beef
They killing you for blunts
So you roll in your sleep
If you in a beef, please save a piece for the G
Damn
Stacked with a K
Slaying like I'm Paimon
Boy, I'm always aiming, never spraying
Cause I gotta be precise
Titanic's on my wrist 'cause I'm flooded from the ice
Known to throw five people
Different pies, pay the price
Not Pied Piper, more like Bison
Cause they bite me off like a pint
Then they wanna fight
But I pack it with the fye
If you trying shit I might go Yeezus, boy, on sight
Blood be chilling, this the killing
No Chicago when I'm drilling
Circular, like I be milling
And the patient is unwilling
So I'm getting something, spilling
And the music, we be shilling with the heat
So boy I'm grilling, this the shit that be fulfilling
Me and Sideshow be top billing
Throw you in a farm for tilling
And my vocals need refilling
We revealing we villain
Village we fill in
Feeling like Frieza to Krillan
We been killing vill verses
Freedom like out shits creek
Cause we embezzle our stocks
We don't fuck with cops
Only fuck with when I cop a new beat that make a place knock
When I cop fat knots
Then a cop out the car, like bitch can you not
Tryna pop like I'm Pac
Got a bad bitch
Tryna
On my pop
All my shit flames, boy I pop on my block
And I'm doing numbers like I'm pop
Bitch bye

Turn the fuck around you chicken shit fuckin' fa-
You fuckin' PUSSY mother fucker

Whoa, I'm at my peak
Aye, hold on to your seat
She kind of look like a freak
And she thought I looked like Pacey from Dawson's Creek
I don't want to tell you how to work
I don't wanna be your boss
I don't want to do your job
You better get it fucking figured out
You better do it now
I'm the phantom in the crowd
You never see me ducking down
I'm in the boat with the guns and the rounds
You don't want smoke
You don't want to hit it up and smoke
You don't want the money, you a joke
Act like I know it, I'm flowing, I'm slime in the gutter
I'm ghosting four hoes at a time
Breaking the bread, I see dead people everywhere
I forgot I'm at the health and care center
Cook me a dinner, gave her the dick in a sweater
I want the leather, I want the grime
Sometimes I'm Jekyll, bitch, sometimes I'm Hyde
Sometimes I'm high, sometimes I'm *BEEP*
Wait, never mind, forget I said anything
Scratching the lines, blurring my mind
Have you forgotten yet? Neither have I, uh
Working on my mental, working on my dental
I'mma do me in the best way possible
I'mma fucking flaunt it if I got it
I'm unstoppable, I fit it with the syllables
Your mother fucking Syllabus is comical, uh
Scratching on my head like a dumb ass
Inbred, latch 'em to the bed in the back shed
All these fucking people really love me
And I guess that all that matters is the fact that I am not dead
Yet