Текст песни Marty Gras - KnG FsT

You dying softer I'm humble a quiet author
Bidding for my soul you couldn't cop it with the highest offer
But yours I buy it off ya I'm flaming I molotov ya
Headed out of space I'm formulatin' in my flying saucer
The star stalker I'm Diamond Dallas the star walker
You lukewarm I'm Anakin birthin' sky walkers
They using telescope to try to see me them new gawkers
Gettin' new offers in my office getting nude offers
Download the cloud they sending nudes to a shooting star
I'm pushing weight movin' plates bout to move da bar
You couldn't move it far wit no funds you aint movin' far
Try to spit these rhymes back you might lose ya jaw
Fresh coup de grâce fresh coups and new cigars
You get razors back I swear to God it's a ark I saw
A pair of birds on my ship I'm the new Noah
My currency got um throwing beads Mardi Gras, yea