Talking Strange (feat. Bhozy)

ayo, i'm back, these bitches want this fade

till i'm on their heads like i have the scissors

gotta aim, line these pussies up just like a landing strip but not a shave

spray 'em like i'm out here fuckin' graffin' shit

i got a couple cans equipped, i'm on the way

smoke ready, i got some cancer sticks

for all who claim they bad and shit

hoe, please stop fuckin' chattin' shit and fall in place

you can get your little asses kicked

don't make me have to axe a bitch for gawkin', aye

you man all can get hauled away

a dragon how i'm horkin' flames

but we not stoppin' elon's rocket

what i land can send 'em all to space

fuck a punchline, i'm out here brandishin' a sword

to come and stab you with the longest blade

sephiroth shit, you better off tryna beef with inbreds

like some sandwiches that y'all can make

'cause you don't wanna battle with the god enraged

pull up, steve, i'll catch you with your walking frame

and leave you in a casket till your corpse decays

and have my homies dancin' all upon your grave

that's what you get for lackin', yeah you talkin' strange

till i bash your head in

shit like aneurysms for the brain

got your wife in my dm, i'ma slap the dick across her face

you ain't with the war, you gon' get smacked into your fuckin' lane

lee, chill, that is in appalling taste

fuckin' rats, you snitches wanna play

got me masked up, catchin' bodies in this bitch

shit be lookin' like the phantom of the opera, wait

your homies have you gassed, that shit is toxic waste

just wait till they desert you

worse than lamingtons with chocolate cake

my team been in the field, we move like madden when you call a play

if money's on the line, like all the cash that's in the stock exchange

fire boy, i'll light a match and set em all ablaze

so they better fold, or else these hands will have me call and raise

bet my bottom dollar that you cappin'

you don't want me to lay hands on you

like you seen an evangelist was called to pray

aye, why you talking strange

aye, you talking strange

if you ain't talking moola, then you talking strange

yeah

i'm from that rugged terrain, mixed with gutter and drain

07 dukka, cuzzin', it's the blood in my veins

see, i was born into a world full of trouble and fame

discomfort and pain, brought up feelin' numb in the brain

te kuiti where i popped out and studied the game

learnt that color never mattered like a customer's name

centennial park be the reason why it's fuck what you sayin'

the white boy been cold like i come from ukraine

but i was born and raised in that 3910 - b

40 minutes south of the h for the roadie

it's the b to the h to the o-zy

you get clapped for pronouncing my name as bhozy, ahh

don't get me heated, buddy, you've said enough

never talk to me unless we out speaking money

i keep it ugly, like my side of town where streets are gully

where g's been shootin' back and forth, no tradin' threes with curry

the skeezers love me, but not because i'm mr. hose

it's the way i fuck the beat up when i come and spit at shows

i only know two different modes, on and on

even off the rails, i'm bangin' lines like a sniffers nose

i'm even better when the liquor flows

you see, i'm in a talent pool where you ain't ever dip your toes, haaa

'cause while tryna stand out, you were tryna swag out

tryin' on your sister's clothes, biatch

why you talking strange,

you talking strange,

if you ain't talking moola, then you talking strange

why you talking strange

you talking strange

if you ain't talking moola, why you talkin'