Lyrics Lyrical Karate - Sasquatch Josh
I
got
hit
by
the
contact,
now
the
cars
all
packed
I
torch
these
tools
to
show
you
what
I
got
on
wax
You
bad
Xanny
dealer,
you
ain′t
got
bars
like
that
The
car
tunes
slam
in
ya
head,
you
seeing
stars
like
that
You
acting
like
an
asshole,
then
you
have
to
cancel
I'm
putting
characters
in
boxes
like
I′m
drawing
comic
panels
While
I'm
sharpening
my
brand
still.
Stick
it
on
the
anvil
You
can
get
ya
mans
killed;
just
need
a
spot
I
can
chill
I
make
my
way
between
the
Zae
and
916
Making
flocks
of
groupies
out
of
these
high
strung
chicks
She
giving
me
the
eye
saying
"I
want
dick"
They
rip
the
spliff
and
get
high
as
shit
in
like
1 hit
These
punches
knock
ya
block
off,
you
finna'
die
from
fists
Get
rid
of
that
tough
guy
act
you
trying
to
size
up
with
When
that
nose
spray
atchu
homie
I′m
just
sick
You
got
no
business
with
the
circle
that
I′m
up
in
I'm
feeling
like
a
merk,
cause
killing
what
my
job
be
Pen
game
is
insane
and
slaughtering
a
hobby
People
seen
me
rocking
when
they
caught
me
in
the
lobby
I
be
rolling
through
ya
spot
G,
kicking
Lyrical
Karate
All
these
haters
talking,
cause
all
they
shorties
jock
me
Got
the
fire
green,
but
nah
it
ain′t
wasabi
I
roll
up
on
ya
posse
and
ya
boy
is
catching
bodies
You
do
a
lot
of
talking
but
no
Lyrical
Karate
I
put
in
plenty
time,
while
on
a
steady
grind
Killing
kids,
rolling
underground
like
Pennywise
Lift
em
off
the
ground
with
the
fist,
now
thats
pretty
fly
Rip
stages
of
many
kinds,
nowheresville
to
city
life
Just
trying
to
spread
the
hype
and
get
the
scene
on
lock
You
get
these
hands
for
a
snack...
thats
a
cheeto
chop
Feel
like
father
time
with
the
way
I
clean
your
clock
Scythe
Note
run
this
piece
homie,
we
don't
stop!
Who
really
think
that
I′m
joking?
My
schedule
can
be
open
Take
flight
to
take
flight
on
an
opponent
when
I'm
just
rollin
to
roast
em
Who
wanna
see
who
the
GOAT
is?
Never
been
going
this
focused
Going
unnoticed
by
foes
until
bro
gets
his
throat
slit
Rip
ya
team
up
like
Frieze
pride
like
Vegeta
nobody
meaner
Bars
like
squeezing
machine
guns
leavin
em
cold
with
the
heater
The
zingers
are
stingers
ready
to
feed
on
the
weaker
You
weak
nerds
shouldn′t
be
so
eager
to
deal
with
the
reaper
I'm
feeling
like
a
merk,
cause
killing
what
my
job
be
Pen
game
is
insane
and
slaughtering
a
hobby
People
seen
me
rocking
when
they
caught
me
in
the
lobby
I
be
rolling
through
ya
spot
G,
kicking
Lyrical
Karate
All
these
haters
talking,
cause
all
they
shorties
jock
me
Got
the
fire
green,
but
nah
it
ain't
wasabi
I
roll
up
on
ya
posse
and
ya
boy
is
catching
bodies
You
do
a
lot
of
talking
but
no
Lyrical
Karate
1 Hunt for Blood
2 Lyrical Karate
3 Chameleons
4 Ride With Me
5 Crack Head B!tch
6 Love/Hate (feat. Trainwrecck)
7 Take Her Soul
8 Monster Inside
9 Angel of Pain
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