I got an army of assassins, they're all at my beck an call
Grab the microphone, I make it SWING like a wrecking ball
Kill your crew dead and then I'm resurrecting y'all
To murk they ass again and show no regret at all
Ko hurts tracks with beat slaps and near facts
Known to murk cats into relapse with tear gas
Movin work fast my street raps make fear vast
Your little jerk ass you f*ckin with the real champs
Luca with the buzz saw, nameless with the jackknife
Lil chef always comes raw n doper than a crack pipe
So Tell me what's ur half life. Cuz mines f*ckin nuclear
My lyrics killed the courier. Doin' deeds for Lucifer
Machete in hand. I might start to get aggravated
Get me a stand another mics gettin' assassinated
Your not that sick son your skill was exaggerated
It's time to get shit done and leave ur ass lacerated
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
While I rap on the mic I spin it like a nunchuck
Shits gettin' heavy think your gonna need a dump truck
I'm comin' for your crew cuz I heard that those chumps suck
Try to stop the flow and get met with dumb luck
Hit so hard you're only left with one chuck
An orange gun on the hunt your just some dumb duck
A boss in the booth when I spit your dumbstruck
I'm Psycho on the mic and I don't give one f*ck
Hustle game hard ima show you how I do it now
This time next year move twice what I'm movin' now
I don't give a f*ck and I don't give a damn
And I don't give. Uhh. What's another word for that man
Well I don't f*cking give it. And I never f*ckin will
I'm Like a broken refrigerator I ain't got no chill
So the shit bout to pop off like a mutha f*ckin pill
I'm the plague bodies droppin' when I spit it so ill
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time ,kit Kat yo
K.O. Clancy - Kit Kat Lyrics
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I got an army of assassins, they're all at my beck an call
Grab the microphone, I make it SWING like a wrecking ball
Kill your crew dead and then I'm resurrecting y'all
To murk they ass again and show no regret at all
Ko hurts tracks with beat slaps and near facts
Known to murk cats into relapse with tear gas
Movin work fast my street raps make fear vast
Your little jerk ass you f*ckin with the real champs
Luca with the buzz saw, nameless with the jackknife
Lil chef always comes raw n doper than a crack pipe
So Tell me what's ur half life. Cuz mines f*ckin nuclear
My lyrics killed the courier. Doin' deeds for Lucifer
Machete in hand. I might start to get aggravated
Get me a stand another mics gettin' assassinated
Your not that sick son your skill was exaggerated
It's time to get shit done and leave ur ass lacerated
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
While I rap on the mic I spin it like a nunchuck
Shits gettin' heavy think your gonna need a dump truck
I'm comin' for your crew cuz I heard that those chumps suck
Try to stop the flow and get met with dumb luck
Hit so hard you're only left with one chuck
An orange gun on the hunt your just some dumb duck
A boss in the booth when I spit your dumbstruck
I'm Psycho on the mic and I don't give one f*ck
Hustle game hard ima show you how I do it now
This time next year move twice what I'm movin' now
I don't give a f*ck and I don't give a damn
And I don't give. Uhh. What's another word for that man
Well I don't f*cking give it. And I never f*ckin will
I'm Like a broken refrigerator I ain't got no chill
So the shit bout to pop off like a mutha f*ckin pill
I'm the plague bodies droppin' when I spit it so ill
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time ,kit Kat yo
Grab the microphone, I make it SWING like a wrecking ball
Kill your crew dead and then I'm resurrecting y'all
To murk they ass again and show no regret at all
Ko hurts tracks with beat slaps and near facts
Known to murk cats into relapse with tear gas
Movin work fast my street raps make fear vast
Your little jerk ass you f*ckin with the real champs
Luca with the buzz saw, nameless with the jackknife
Lil chef always comes raw n doper than a crack pipe
So Tell me what's ur half life. Cuz mines f*ckin nuclear
My lyrics killed the courier. Doin' deeds for Lucifer
Machete in hand. I might start to get aggravated
Get me a stand another mics gettin' assassinated
Your not that sick son your skill was exaggerated
It's time to get shit done and leave ur ass lacerated
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
While I rap on the mic I spin it like a nunchuck
Shits gettin' heavy think your gonna need a dump truck
I'm comin' for your crew cuz I heard that those chumps suck
Try to stop the flow and get met with dumb luck
Hit so hard you're only left with one chuck
An orange gun on the hunt your just some dumb duck
A boss in the booth when I spit your dumbstruck
I'm Psycho on the mic and I don't give one f*ck
Hustle game hard ima show you how I do it now
This time next year move twice what I'm movin' now
I don't give a f*ck and I don't give a damn
And I don't give. Uhh. What's another word for that man
Well I don't f*cking give it. And I never f*ckin will
I'm Like a broken refrigerator I ain't got no chill
So the shit bout to pop off like a mutha f*ckin pill
I'm the plague bodies droppin' when I spit it so ill
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time, Kit Kat yo
Always on the grind. I Gotta get that doe
Keep all my os in line like tic tac toe
I'm one of a kind and when I spit that flow
Four sweet bars at a time ,kit Kat yo
Writer: Baron Neilson
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