Текст песни Brawl to End Them All - Cashleaders

Imagine I'm smoking a cigar
Three hundred people are coming at me hard
And I'm just chill calm

This is the brawl to end them all drinking alcohol
Hot boxing in a hall that's three hundred meters long
Six hundred and eighty width
If this is the type of shit you fuck with
Then play the rest of this song
But if not then push pause
And do something wrong
Cause you're already on a streak
Interrupting me before I speak
Your death will be in the paper after I tweet the link
Shit I made the bass line I don't waste time
I take advantage with these little ass rhymes
I beat the beat up like it was mr derksens wife
I ass rape the beat and shoot it point blank every time
And I'm not stopping for any line
Unless its white chicks or coke either I don't mind
I find a divine girl Id like to intertwine
So I stabbed her three hundred and thirty six times from behind
With my member remember I would never ever reveal
So don't have a club sandwich club a baby seal
I could've been a navy seal I watch key and peele
You can cop a feel if you're a chick and gay no deal
It would be ideal for the two girl meal
But they would rather work on each other
Than jeffs long eel howie mandels deal or no deal I watch that
My bitch named steve o I run that
Cant find a girl why I'm too hung man
I get charged with a hit and run gaddamn
When I hop up out her crib cause I cant stand the talking
I'm the damn boss king ya got me aggravated
Just by the way ya been looking at me I can tell you're a faggot
And im not saying that cause I'm homophobic but I
Fuck yo bitch in the ass and now she needs lotion
Ill creep up in the shadows and your bathroom door was open
Next thing you step in its random
Which ever limb is in immediately slit with a weapon
Into two due to mitosis
Cause I was raping him sexually in the process
Wait you in the past tense now I'm telling my audience
Naughty kids take simple tricks while I'm the evil genius
And im spitting semen what I mean is I'm coming on the beat kid
Always coming with based jesus yo
Like when two gods were to ever meet
Every mortal there would immediately die when they greet
Fire rose and unearthed the dirt from their feet
Twenty twelve all hell is truly coming
And its not stopping for the rich or poverty stricken
This is no fiction no charles dickens
Just a nigga eating chicken
An arabian damien not loving raymond
I go against the grain son
Before you think that thought
I'll already be aiming waiting with patience
Like is he ever going to start shit
That would be retarded I know you failed grade nine
But going againt me is not the smartest man
I call a couple arabs to blow up your apartment
You next love letter will say dearly departed
Rock slash rap I produced this in mix craft
So uhh this is probably the song where the lyrics aren't trash
Articles actually answer when I aim
Best boy back half black with no shame
Nickels to niggas never mention any names
Lucky losers get fame
While the best stay lame
Stay in your lane
Im swerving swerving
Swerving swerving swerving