制作

作曲和作词
Curtis Kain
Curtis Kain
词曲作者
Jesse Watson
Jesse Watson
词曲作者
Akeem Scott
Akeem Scott
词曲作者

歌词

You try to get rid of me? you gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
You try to get rid of me? You gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
Enemy, enemy, enemy
You try to get rid of me?
Enemy, enemy, enemy
You gotta be kidding me
Try to get rid of me? You gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
I'm taking hostages wrap you like an octopus double-knot the wrist
Strap a bomb to your head like an oculus
Nobody's stopping us, chopping your head off, Hinokami Kagura
I'm in a time loop, time traveler, Kang the Conqueror
Bring the binoculars, I pull that thing out and pop at ya
You'll get hit in the chest and I bet you sing like the opera
Hope you bring in a mop and a bucket
I got a mask and a sock for a puppet
On top of something I'm probably jumping
Obviously suffering brain damage, I pain-manage
Smoke so much that I ain't even on the same planet
I stay planted, perennials, hate landing
So I drive with eight arms in a car like I'm eight-handed
I may hand you a ass-whooping for no reason
I'm past looking to squash beef something I won't even consider
I am not a forgiver I'm so petty
You gon' make me turn back to a killer I'm so ready
You try to get rid of me? you gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
You try to get rid of me? You gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
Enemy, enemy, enemy
You try to get rid of me?
Enemy, enemy, enemy
You gotta be kidding me
Try to get rid of me? You gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
I am an angel to some, I'm a demon to others
When we see one another box cutters cut you like butter
Blood sputters from your jugular and smothers your mother
Not a real one amongst ya, uncle, cousins or brothers
Bustin' nuts in your girl, I know that you love her
Now welcome to the real world she's a hoe undercover
I'm cold as the tundra, sold your soul, won't refund ya
Swing the axe like i'm Bunyan, thing thing clappin' her bun buns
Bustin' caps like in Young Guns, cash comin' in lump-sums
Have bodies in the trash where the fuck should I dump em
I'm not a psychopath where the fuck did that come from?
I'm not a ninja turtle but I'm swingin' the nunchucks
If you live it's dumb luck, can't talk cause your tongue's cut
Come from East Bumfuck, where police are some dumb fucks
Arrested for dumb stuff, felt up and then handcuffed
I say that we spray slugs it's time that we stand up
You try to get rid of me? you gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
You try to get rid of me? You gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
Enemy, enemy, enemy
You try to get rid of me?
Enemy, enemy, enemy
You gotta be kidding me
Try to get rid of me? You gotta be kidding me
Now you're my enemy, Now you're my enemy
Mary Jane stays on my mind without the spider sensors
When I smoke, I'm gettin' so high, it look like different lenses
My enemies, they better not fuck with my intentions
They don't wanna know what life will be like with no intestines
In school, I was the kid that was always in detention
A hook to his jaw got me out of school suspension
I lose my cool real quickly, I slipped this bitch a Mickey
She slipped and fell on my dick and gave my dick a hickey
You're not window shopping til I shoot out your windows
Leaving giant size bullet holes through your kid's clothes
Your wife got a weight problem, can't wait to suck and fuck
The back of the truck, we drunk from morning to dawn to dusk
I'm calling your bluff but it won't be a phone call
Expect the unexpected I'm so good, I'll go pro, y'all
Money up in the air, while we up in the club
Invade your crib and shoot you up in the tub
Written by: Akeem Scott, Curtis Kain, Jesse Watson
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