Crédits
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Wes Beez
Paroles/Composition
TNC Torcha
Paroles/Composition
Alfred Banks
Paroles/Composition
Paroles
Spaz mode these assholes
And let em loose
Lyriqs Da Lyraciss and I’m forever cool
Overcoming and under nothing
Y’all **** poo
Even if you try hard, **** you finna loose
The whole industry, I’ma give it the business soon
And I won’t need a big ass window to enter thru
With Wes B on the track, we the pinnacle dude
Lyrically I’m a winner **** we finna brew
And I’ma burn this bitch down to the ground from the beginning
Put a bomb at the back to let you know when I’m finished
Mortal kombat combo, finish him
You peeping out my sentences
**** call me Papa John’s the way that I deliver this
All I rap is reality, while you Disney Pixar
And I ain’t really into games unless you call me Jigsaw
But I will never let you win unless Saw all 6 parts
And you can miss me with that silly shit, really bitch
Who you Gangsta Grillin’ ****, you are no Affiliate
What are you an idiot, I’m a 5’7 militant
Yea I say **** a lot, but I’m not ignorant
So, am I killing it tell me are you feeling this
If not, you should move your ass around like an immigrant
Or a nomad, heard this beat and spazzed in my notepad
It’s Wes B, so tell me why you hoes mad
I know why, you know the team
Cause its fist pumps everywhere and fuck yea everything
I said its fist pumps everywhere and fuck yea everything
Uh, what it is Tygah Woods
This is the life of rap addict
Cook it, Ship it, before I bag it
This flow automatic
I heard this track I had to toe tag it
Fuck it, cremate it
No need for the black bag
And I promise you fucking faggots
That Torcha he be the savage
I can walk on water
Surf on sand
Spit out fire
Inhale then I exhale (Whoo)
I’m heaven sent
I wonder should I just give em hell
I brought the horse to the water
But now he need a well
I just wanna go and let you know that you **** don’t feel my pain
Now what that sound like
I just wanna go and let you know that you **** don’t feel my pain
Now here I stand as a one-man wrecking band
Wrecking whoever and I’m outta school
But I promise I ain’t running man
I’ll electric slide your ass across that asphalt
As for, instigating **** they just ass talk
Shit talkers
Written by: Alfred Banks, TNC Torcha, Wes Beez

