Текст пісні
Marisha Ray
Marisha Ray
Marisha Ray
Yo from outer space she come to fuck up your face
Fists BLAP BLAP like a plus-one mace
Ray's droppin outta the sky like a comet, Haley
Five rounds gettin' plucked like a ukulele
She got lock-on target shootin' one on one
Too close for missiles now we switchin' to guns
Yo let me pinch on dem cheeks I think they need some color
You started out Sharpe but you're gonna get much duller
Send in the victim: Yodelay-hee-hoo
Your shit's more cheesy than a plate of fondue
Her fist got questions - your face got answers
This fight's gonna be shorter than your TikTok dances
Pop pop
Constitution, dexterity
Pop pop
You a joke, hilarity
Pop pop
Remember this for posterity
Pop pop
Ya got yer ass kicked for charity
Pop pop
You and her got disparity
Pop pop
You bleedin out capillarity
Pop pop
Muscles flexed with barbarity
Pop pop
She kickin' yo ass for charity
"I have to say, for someone so small, you've got some serious balls."
"Thanks. That's not the first time I've heard that."
She's a queen on the hunt (hunt) you feelin' the threat (threat)
She gonna chew you up and roar like a Lionett
If you're breathing after this then you must be lucky
Betcha didn't think death could come from Kentucky
You wanna run away? Boo hoo wanna quit?
Nope - stunning strike - that's some dope monk shit
Uppercut, Pow - your vision is blurred
I hate to say it - you're gettin beat by a nerd
Pop pop
Constitution, dexterity
Pop pop
You a joke, hilarity
Pop pop
Remember this for posterity
Pop pop
Ya got yer ass kicked for charity
Pop pop
You and her got disparity
Pop pop