Letras
Cheah, it's Kerser, I'm with Jay UF
Jay (what?)
What's happening? I guess you're gonna say fuck all again, huh?
(Can we just hurry up and do the song?) What?
(Let's just get the song done, mate)
Okay, come on, come on
I'll go first then
Alright, go bro
Yo, your days are fucked with (check, look)
On my OG, probably 'bout to OD
Said it 'round '03, bet they gonna clone me
I wasn't wrong, got a bunch that wanna be me
Wanna be Kers, that should be your next CD
I came up in the game 'round the time when
You wouldn't jump on the internet for fighting
I got a call off a whore, who Grimshaw?
Nah, another bitch cracked out of thin hawk
Fuck that Jay, I wouldn't hit with your dick
I'd fuck her back and head, so her face looked like a swordfish
Where does all this sick shit come from?
Kerser hoodie, did I mention I got one on?
Fresh cunt, I'm looking better with age
And I don't write raps, I machete the page
None ahead of me mate, and it's weird 'cause I live dreams
Hurry up Jay, I don't wanna hear your 16
Still running this game in the fast lane
Waving at every cunt that we pass, mate
Still killing every show that is asked, aye
Never gonna stop till we delivering our last tape
Still running this game in the fast lane
Waving at every cunt that we pass, mate
Still killing every show that is asked, aye
Never gonna stop till we delivering our last tape
Crack another drink man, fuck is this mic on?
I'm taking over shit like it's a feature on my song
Time's gone like a terrorist with an ice bomb
Blowing up the scene, not in a way that you guys want
If I was wrong and never made it with my songs
I'd make a "Go fund me" so I could still light bongs
Cry all night, long-winded, where has my life gone?
Wait a minute, Jay, that's what you do when you write songs
Ha fucking ha, yeah I'm funny like I'm Scott
He looks like Kate Moss if she puffed on the ice lots