(Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night RAW!)
Lyrical f*cking gymnastics nigga
Off the top of my f*cking medulla
(Listen honey you're over!)
You niggas ain't working enough
The shots you been throwing ain't hurting enough
My team get active but we won't budge if the income don't look worth it to us
F*cking the game from the back with no condom
Got hickeys on me I'm the dirtiest slut
It's the warlock ghost nigga serving you (cunt!)
Now who the f*ck wanna get turned to a blunt?
Who the f*ck putting the pen to the test?
I wanna know so I know how to pass y'all
Get rolled get smoked I could ash y'all
Himalayan mary jane but the wrap raw
What I'm saying is I really am a black god
Niggas saying everything just to act hard
Pack god bowl pack then I blast off
Raw nigga spitting that rap hoe
I be sonning y'all boys that's facts hoe
Nigga I'm y'all daddy y'all chaps hoe
Put belt to ya ass take nap hoe
But y'all niggas don't want that (nope)
Y'all niggas don't want that (nuh uh)
Y'all niggas don't want that (nope)
Y'all niggas don't want that (none of that shit)
I got holy fire touching devil's lettuce
So you know I live a life of sacrilege
I do black magic
Black activist
Who the f*ck is that?
Nigga ask ya kids
I'm that gothic Chicagoan
My momma told me that I got it bitch
Lil ghost man Bundy the god
I got that shit that could start the apocalypse
I don't wanna have to give you no trauma bitch
Letting off bombs
I just gotta lock in on my target bitch
I ain't gotta try too hard
My nigga I'm hard too miss
Straight arsonist fuel in yo hit list
Pretty yellow bitch she doing it different
If I say hello to the kitty the kitty say hello right back to me nigga
That mean we got mutual interest
I'm f*cking a model she told me don't cum on her face
So I shoot for the midriff
And after I'm done she get passed to my brother
I feel like I'm dude with the Pikmin
That bitch get tossed in the air like I'm Olimar
This Audemar here is not for sale
I got a awful lot of wrong thoughts and shit
But the city still treat me like apostle John
Said you wanted smoke so I got a bong
Said you at the top? Nigga not for long
Is it raw rhythm or autism he got?
Whatever was in the pot they cooked him in gotta be laced with pot
How do we make him stop?
Nigga you can't
I just spit til the brain don't think
I'm finna be 21 but I don't need me a drank
Just a FOID card and financial freedom nigga okay?
Bundy Santana - monday night RAW. (freestyle) Lyrics
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English
(Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night RAW!)
Lyrical f*cking gymnastics nigga
Off the top of my f*cking medulla
(Listen honey you're over!)
You niggas ain't working enough
The shots you been throwing ain't hurting enough
My team get active but we won't budge if the income don't look worth it to us
F*cking the game from the back with no condom
Got hickeys on me I'm the dirtiest slut
It's the warlock ghost nigga serving you (cunt!)
Now who the f*ck wanna get turned to a blunt?
Who the f*ck putting the pen to the test?
I wanna know so I know how to pass y'all
Get rolled get smoked I could ash y'all
Himalayan mary jane but the wrap raw
What I'm saying is I really am a black god
Niggas saying everything just to act hard
Pack god bowl pack then I blast off
Raw nigga spitting that rap hoe
I be sonning y'all boys that's facts hoe
Nigga I'm y'all daddy y'all chaps hoe
Put belt to ya ass take nap hoe
But y'all niggas don't want that (nope)
Y'all niggas don't want that (nuh uh)
Y'all niggas don't want that (nope)
Y'all niggas don't want that (none of that shit)
I got holy fire touching devil's lettuce
So you know I live a life of sacrilege
I do black magic
Black activist
Who the f*ck is that?
Nigga ask ya kids
I'm that gothic Chicagoan
My momma told me that I got it bitch
Lil ghost man Bundy the god
I got that shit that could start the apocalypse
I don't wanna have to give you no trauma bitch
Letting off bombs
I just gotta lock in on my target bitch
I ain't gotta try too hard
My nigga I'm hard too miss
Straight arsonist fuel in yo hit list
Pretty yellow bitch she doing it different
If I say hello to the kitty the kitty say hello right back to me nigga
That mean we got mutual interest
I'm f*cking a model she told me don't cum on her face
So I shoot for the midriff
And after I'm done she get passed to my brother
I feel like I'm dude with the Pikmin
That bitch get tossed in the air like I'm Olimar
This Audemar here is not for sale
I got a awful lot of wrong thoughts and shit
But the city still treat me like apostle John
Said you wanted smoke so I got a bong
Said you at the top? Nigga not for long
Is it raw rhythm or autism he got?
Whatever was in the pot they cooked him in gotta be laced with pot
How do we make him stop?
Nigga you can't
I just spit til the brain don't think
I'm finna be 21 but I don't need me a drank
Just a FOID card and financial freedom nigga okay?
Lyrical f*cking gymnastics nigga
Off the top of my f*cking medulla
(Listen honey you're over!)
You niggas ain't working enough
The shots you been throwing ain't hurting enough
My team get active but we won't budge if the income don't look worth it to us
F*cking the game from the back with no condom
Got hickeys on me I'm the dirtiest slut
It's the warlock ghost nigga serving you (cunt!)
Now who the f*ck wanna get turned to a blunt?
Who the f*ck putting the pen to the test?
I wanna know so I know how to pass y'all
Get rolled get smoked I could ash y'all
Himalayan mary jane but the wrap raw
What I'm saying is I really am a black god
Niggas saying everything just to act hard
Pack god bowl pack then I blast off
Raw nigga spitting that rap hoe
I be sonning y'all boys that's facts hoe
Nigga I'm y'all daddy y'all chaps hoe
Put belt to ya ass take nap hoe
But y'all niggas don't want that (nope)
Y'all niggas don't want that (nuh uh)
Y'all niggas don't want that (nope)
Y'all niggas don't want that (none of that shit)
I got holy fire touching devil's lettuce
So you know I live a life of sacrilege
I do black magic
Black activist
Who the f*ck is that?
Nigga ask ya kids
I'm that gothic Chicagoan
My momma told me that I got it bitch
Lil ghost man Bundy the god
I got that shit that could start the apocalypse
I don't wanna have to give you no trauma bitch
Letting off bombs
I just gotta lock in on my target bitch
I ain't gotta try too hard
My nigga I'm hard too miss
Straight arsonist fuel in yo hit list
Pretty yellow bitch she doing it different
If I say hello to the kitty the kitty say hello right back to me nigga
That mean we got mutual interest
I'm f*cking a model she told me don't cum on her face
So I shoot for the midriff
And after I'm done she get passed to my brother
I feel like I'm dude with the Pikmin
That bitch get tossed in the air like I'm Olimar
This Audemar here is not for sale
I got a awful lot of wrong thoughts and shit
But the city still treat me like apostle John
Said you wanted smoke so I got a bong
Said you at the top? Nigga not for long
Is it raw rhythm or autism he got?
Whatever was in the pot they cooked him in gotta be laced with pot
How do we make him stop?
Nigga you can't
I just spit til the brain don't think
I'm finna be 21 but I don't need me a drank
Just a FOID card and financial freedom nigga okay?
Writer: Allen Alexander Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid