Crack a couple cold ones for the Stone Cold Stunner
Young thick-breaded, Gillette-slicked motherf*cker
Dude a cutie pie, but don't push him point-o-two
From three point-one-four, tip him over, run brother you're done for
There's snakes in the grass
And I'm leaving those mates in the past
Up, down, left, right or Konami code before you talk shit
Cause Forty Seven comin' knockin' off your door hinge
I don't throw gang signs, I don't need 'em
Got brothers and cousins by the dozen who'll come feed 'em
I don't wear designer clothes, I take enough names
But I'll be rockin' Superdry with your bloodstains
You want beef, cuzzy? You must be f*cking with me
Buddek kafta, kibbeh or méchoui?
Cause my shooters hardcore playing Sega Genesis
No evidence, beware the man that you made your nemesis (Uh)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Cuz you can't f*ck around with the best
I'm with your girl pounding her, drowned in her breasts
Better bounce to the left when you hear war-cries to the beat
Of the sound of me pounding my chest
Come face the Op Killa, King Kong Wog Gorilla
Bitch please, Dragonballs swinging between my knees
Daddy never told you not to cross a Maltese
Though I know your mum said don't f*ck with a Leb
Pay a high price for treason, tongues leakin'
Shit cunts on the hunt all season
'Nough speakin', don't need much reason
Kicks squeakin', my Reeboks bleedin'
F*ck around and feel the dome pain
Don't play no games, cop a gravestone with no name
Grippin' rope chains calling heaven
If he's got blown brains you know it was Codename Forty Seven (Oooah)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
SKELLA ATWA - Nemesis Lyrics
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English
Crack a couple cold ones for the Stone Cold Stunner
Young thick-breaded, Gillette-slicked motherf*cker
Dude a cutie pie, but don't push him point-o-two
From three point-one-four, tip him over, run brother you're done for
There's snakes in the grass
And I'm leaving those mates in the past
Up, down, left, right or Konami code before you talk shit
Cause Forty Seven comin' knockin' off your door hinge
I don't throw gang signs, I don't need 'em
Got brothers and cousins by the dozen who'll come feed 'em
I don't wear designer clothes, I take enough names
But I'll be rockin' Superdry with your bloodstains
You want beef, cuzzy? You must be f*cking with me
Buddek kafta, kibbeh or méchoui?
Cause my shooters hardcore playing Sega Genesis
No evidence, beware the man that you made your nemesis (Uh)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Cuz you can't f*ck around with the best
I'm with your girl pounding her, drowned in her breasts
Better bounce to the left when you hear war-cries to the beat
Of the sound of me pounding my chest
Come face the Op Killa, King Kong Wog Gorilla
Bitch please, Dragonballs swinging between my knees
Daddy never told you not to cross a Maltese
Though I know your mum said don't f*ck with a Leb
Pay a high price for treason, tongues leakin'
Shit cunts on the hunt all season
'Nough speakin', don't need much reason
Kicks squeakin', my Reeboks bleedin'
F*ck around and feel the dome pain
Don't play no games, cop a gravestone with no name
Grippin' rope chains calling heaven
If he's got blown brains you know it was Codename Forty Seven (Oooah)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Young thick-breaded, Gillette-slicked motherf*cker
Dude a cutie pie, but don't push him point-o-two
From three point-one-four, tip him over, run brother you're done for
There's snakes in the grass
And I'm leaving those mates in the past
Up, down, left, right or Konami code before you talk shit
Cause Forty Seven comin' knockin' off your door hinge
I don't throw gang signs, I don't need 'em
Got brothers and cousins by the dozen who'll come feed 'em
I don't wear designer clothes, I take enough names
But I'll be rockin' Superdry with your bloodstains
You want beef, cuzzy? You must be f*cking with me
Buddek kafta, kibbeh or méchoui?
Cause my shooters hardcore playing Sega Genesis
No evidence, beware the man that you made your nemesis (Uh)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Cuz you can't f*ck around with the best
I'm with your girl pounding her, drowned in her breasts
Better bounce to the left when you hear war-cries to the beat
Of the sound of me pounding my chest
Come face the Op Killa, King Kong Wog Gorilla
Bitch please, Dragonballs swinging between my knees
Daddy never told you not to cross a Maltese
Though I know your mum said don't f*ck with a Leb
Pay a high price for treason, tongues leakin'
Shit cunts on the hunt all season
'Nough speakin', don't need much reason
Kicks squeakin', my Reeboks bleedin'
F*ck around and feel the dome pain
Don't play no games, cop a gravestone with no name
Grippin' rope chains calling heaven
If he's got blown brains you know it was Codename Forty Seven (Oooah)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Trust me, better not f*cking push me
You don't wanna make me skitz
My old man didn't make no f*cking pussy
Mumma didn't raise no bitch (Ay)
Writer: Jacob Sleiman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid