The Painter Tony - Taste The Backboard Glass Lyrics

Aye sheesh what's cole cold to fire sheesh
Something that get burnt up
And evaporate into nothingness
Aye ask that rapper how my foot taste
In his crooked face
Broke him all apart
Like God did his state
He can't find his way
Like they interstates
He hiding behind the dough
Like cake cake cake
And I'm protected boy
In a different way
They don't see the signs
They incoming for days
He made friday night lights
Look at his city no light
I always laugh at the dark
That's tryna box with this light
Don't end up like grizzley auntie
Soul out her seat
Don't look at me foreign like oui oui
I talk French see
You look like giant in my sleep
That's getting beat to sleep
Tryna scare me into tables that I don't eat at
Better back back
I got tool for people that try to act bad
I got tool for acts that try to act yea
I got fire for cole let's match that
If I sneeze fire might burn him out his freeze
And his tease tee's and his fake humility
Every time he see me cheese
He feel played bout his gourmet cheese
Because it take so much rot to make that cheese
Maggots mice and flies in his genes
I'm magnifying cole pride in front the screen

While you looking at the champ boy yea
While you looking at the champ boy the champ boy
And I ain't need the devil stamp boy facts boy
You know demonic things I can't stamp that boy
They better learn that they looking at the champ boy
I'll leave him bleeding beat the tampon out a cramp boy lol
Leave him in dark while he looking at a lamp boy
I'm writing righting his head off his shoulder
With these writes rights boy lay down

Told him in twenty twenty two
Night night boy
I grew up on knight st with that sword
Like a knight boy
I pulled that sword out
And scared the knife out your knife boy twenty one
We leaving lots on a lot of lots
In the land of these rappers
That like to lie a lot
Who lacking dialect
Who lie a lot who die a lot
Who lay a lot
We'll dot a dot
This fire hot
It's like a fire inside my mouth
I'm burning all these rappers out
And y'all can tell misses kevin gates
That I don't get tired
May be peace be upon him
Mwah to y'all death allah
The dead allah
Cause my God living that Yahuah
I dropped to much heat for the graham
Must of tired an owl out
Wrung his neck around
Like a towel huh
Left him out to dry huh
Swept him like a mop
Made a owl say aisle oww
Crowd made a oh he ova sound prince
Can't even save him
He coming tumbling down
He tried to make a dove cry
So I dug him in the ground beat down

This the champ boy
I'm the champ boy
Snatching fans from these boys
I'm the champ boy
This beam angled up their mind
Like a ramp boy ugh
I don't prostitute my gifts for the devil
I ain't a tramp boy

Stomping on these boys head like a tramp oh lean trampoline
Making them shed out their body like a tangerine
I use to be preaching off Simcoe
While gun shots prolly going off on Madeline
Somebody prolly mad on that lean
Use to be by Tootie in Landfair apartments
Man on MLK I'm looking at these rappers like
What y'all mean
Somebody play with me
Yea I'm tryna change the scene go Hulk green
Leave the land divided and broken up
Like I beat up on the scene
Take some oj out a rapper hand
And pour it on his head in his section
Then hand him a wet one
That's how you wet one
Then sit next to him like
You a broad wet one pow
Have his section asking
What happened to cole huh
Try to wake him up
She knows death one
Jezebel hoe son
Then look over to his momma like
That cole shoulda drunk one
Egg shoulda flunk one
Seed see sea shoulda sunk one
No gun in my hand dllat
That's how I dump one checkmate

Yea you looking at the champ boy
Yea go tell yo momma you looking at the champ boy
Yea go tell yo fans you looking at the champ boy
I'll beat the cole soul cold soar cole sore out a numb and void boy yea

Yea heard your daddy in my state
Yea he go to church in his place boy
Yea that's what I heard idk if it's true huh
I'm glad he made the right choice
Look like not you
Slap the cold out of cole sheesh achoo
Burn these coles up like when I bar b q
On my feet breds on under them a boy that got the flu
I got cole running hot throw him a towel for his fever
How he a king with the heart of drag queen huh diva
I'll come with this right write and break your teeth out your face
Turn your cheesing mouth into a teether
Suck on that nigha
This just one
Cause I got clips on clips on clips on clips
You know what I'm saying
On clips on clips sir Word to ya mother cole yea
Yea yea don't play with me lil boy
I'll cut you out your I got so many writes I might rip some
Y'all know me like
I'll put that sword on something
And heat it up to sucker mc