크레딧
실연 아티스트
Stu Brootal
실연자
Ben Elmer
전자 기타
Joe Schollar
베이스 기타
작곡 및 작사
Ben Elmer
작사가 겸 작곡가
Stuart Ludlow
작사가 겸 작곡가
Shamsiev Il'giz Ansafovich
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Konstantine Pope
프로듀서
가사
Hey
Im the god yall been waiting for
Take it off
Loads getting dropped like I met your mom on alcohol
Out the box doubt the fox sly and he slick
Fly to the stix catch fish simply by casting my dick
Im a force to be reckoned with of course Im the second , kid
Or maybe the third fourth or billionth
All the same innocent of being indigent innit?
Finna finish a whole scripture with a pen and no ink in it
Carve it into flesh made page by page
Get leather books forget the looks twelve arms armed to the teeth
Three eyes four fangs skulls under the feet
Lost gangs in trances when they walk in my streets
Im the talk to the town Im the speech of the meek
Im the beat of the east freezing sound as you speak
This the grist for the mill with a fist full of pills
Adorn my fangs with the grillz the biggest beast in the field
So shake it off shake it off
Hold your nuts hold your nuts and cough
Check the pulse check the pulse yeah
Pulse the purse hand over the skrill to the dirt
This the overly ill the corona that kills
Check the breathing Im evening the playing field
This the over the top this the crack of the rock
Cop a bag and get shot right through your g spot
Last act of the play where the mask falls off and all is given away
Break the fourth wall break my balls for the foul
But yall would've found out when the lights illuminate the front of house.. bow
Yall can hate thats a state you gotta deal with
Im calling fate just to make another proper deal with
I keep it real not a word of the false
And I'll reap all the deals that I get for the funk yeah
Me and Davip won't have it we'll peel your head like a cabbage and have
A crab wearing antlers to come and show you whats happening
Why the confusion we fused the formless and form
We took the alpha and omega pushed it through a pawn its a
Sick wicked world lit with sickness
Curl dumbbells catch the dung smell coming off your bros pelt
Fuck race skins but I fuck with OI
Imma warp your DNA and make you all but a white boy
So shake it off shake it off
Hold your nuts hold your nuts and cough
Check the pulse check the pulse yeah
Pulse the purse hand over the skrill to the dirt
This the overly ill the corona that kills
Check the breathing Im evening the playing field
This the over the top this the crack of the rock
Cop a bag and get shot right through your g spot
Written by: Ben Elmer, Shamsiev Il'giz Ansafovich, Stuart Ludlow

