Lyrics No Adlibz - Kxmcxle

Haha
Aye
Yuh
(Man i fucking told y'all i was gonna Come in with some new shit man)
(Some hot shit)
(Aye)
(Aye)
All you rappers i pity
I don't gotta pop me a x to get busy
I'll strangle you sober and
Spin you around from
Ur neck til i'm dizzy
Come try to fuck with me
Your bouta be missing
You bouta be left in a barrel decaying
Not playing
I'm trying to take over this city
I don't give a fuck what u saying
Or what you be bangin' y'all
Softer then natural titties
These rappers wont battle it with me
They know they'll be left in the dust
Like a chopper i bust
Automatically spitting
This lyrical shit til they fuss
I wont stop til i be number one
And that ain't the end of it neither
I'll pull out a clever
And now all your missing is blood
You looking all stuck and all pale
Like you having a fever
No golf but i just hit a put

(Yuh)

And i just been cooling don't run up Don't diss cause i swear it'll miss
I'm up on this beat and i'm fluent
She talking like what is she doing?
She giving my jimmy a kiss
I'm fucking this beat up
He pulling up right on my block
And he claiming
He clutching his heat up
I'm cutting up running up
Fucking the scene up
No clean up all bloody
I cut his whole team up

(Yuh)

And now him serving him
Straight up like dennys
I swear i dont beef about pennies
Aye bro is you ready?
We up in a honda we not in a chevy
I'm turning his brain to spaghetti
No witness gone tell em i did this
I'm running i'm dipping already
This pain i been dealing with heavy
I'm focused on commas
Don't try to come run up
And tempt me
She acting Fugazi
I'm pouring that liquor
And getting real lazy
And when i blow up
Ima get a Mercedes
I'm fucking her once
Now she want my baby
She starting to hate me
Want me to treat her like a lady
I'm cooking like crack in the 80s
I'm up on his block and
I'm feeling all crazy
Perfecting my raps, and
They starting to hate me

(Ha)

Yeah i'm bouta be
Running it solo dolo
Don't come up and ask for a photo
I'm running this shit it get hot
Like komoto no dragon
I triple that nine in my logo
Looking up at my idols
And some of em gone
So it's having me
Screaming like oh no
But im focused im jumping no pogo
My mental be fucked up all day
But it don't show
Just gimme a minute
Y'all running that nap shit
Cause y'all sleeping on me
trying to prosper i pray only to the holy
Man this rapping a passion
He talking he not bout that action
That lil bitty pistol Ain't dirty
I know he ain't clapping
He cappin i'm running this shit up
Like madden
Big blade in my jeans
And thats why i be sagging

(Yuh)

Yea thats why i be sagging
And shit on my block
He gon run up and
Jump out his socks
Ima fuck on that bitch from the back And then pull out her locks
Ima raise up my worth and my stocks
Yea i'm bouta go invest
Yea i'm cube
Ima hit em wit a chin check
Feeling like the best
On the beat i'm bouta big wreck
Hit em in the chest
I'm bouta snap take a big breath

(Big breath)

Like i said i'm bouta run it
Ima pull up and ill cut him
Leave him dead up in a bucket
I be causing all the ruckus
I be rolling down the block
Yelling Fuck it
She be pulling out my cock
No fussing
I be ticking round the clock
Ima bake him like a turkey
No stuffing
If he talking thats a neck no nothing
Ima run up cut em
And i'm getting all this shit out the Gutter and ima bring in
All the heat no oven