CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Give You the L
Make a lyric masterpiece, we are the best you'll ever see
Our expertise go from making music to f**king turkeys
Jack of all trades and master of all trades
Got myself a big-a** boat, be shipping some slaves
See, they're not for back-up for me, God, no, thank you
It's just to stop the fall when we f**king offend you
'Cause we spit a lyrical fire up in this venue
Come on, step to me, [censored], because I'll f**king end you
F**king with me, boy, see, death is inevitable
If you want to live then you step back of that pedestal
Fighting with the big boys, you'll see we are still reputable
You use our lyrics in your songs because we're credible
Playing in this game, you will find you get a shoot
Playing in this game, you will find that you will lose
You can't be playing this game 'cause you rap against a brute
Leave you lost like an Incredible looking for your super-suit
Money-making, money-making, money-making, b*t*hes
All these girls be on my d**k because it tastes like citrus
Get girls? Swallow all my d**k and then my d**k be missing
Can't hear what you're saying 'cause you know I'm never listening
Listening to your music's the equivalent of rape
I like a bit of alt-rock but you were never great
Fall Out Boy; a pu**y magnet 'cause I always slay
Maybe you should try it 'cause I can't tell who Kes dates
Mate, your bars are rabid, you be running rampant
Your bars, they seem so fractured because you're a f**king crackhead
Dibbity-dabbage, beep-beep cabbage
Do some real damage because I'm a f**king savage
Three tracks in and my lyric game strong
Three tracks in and I never get sh*t wrong
Three tracks in and I still call you the mongs
Three tracks in and you still can't write a hit song
Our expertise go from making music to f**king turkeys
Jack of all trades and master of all trades
Got myself a big-a** boat, be shipping some slaves
See, they're not for back-up for me, God, no, thank you
It's just to stop the fall when we f**king offend you
'Cause we spit a lyrical fire up in this venue
Come on, step to me, [censored], because I'll f**king end you
F**king with me, boy, see, death is inevitable
If you want to live then you step back of that pedestal
Fighting with the big boys, you'll see we are still reputable
You use our lyrics in your songs because we're credible
Playing in this game, you will find you get a shoot
Playing in this game, you will find that you will lose
You can't be playing this game 'cause you rap against a brute
Leave you lost like an Incredible looking for your super-suit
Money-making, money-making, money-making, b*t*hes
All these girls be on my d**k because it tastes like citrus
Get girls? Swallow all my d**k and then my d**k be missing
Can't hear what you're saying 'cause you know I'm never listening
Listening to your music's the equivalent of rape
I like a bit of alt-rock but you were never great
Fall Out Boy; a pu**y magnet 'cause I always slay
Maybe you should try it 'cause I can't tell who Kes dates
Mate, your bars are rabid, you be running rampant
Your bars, they seem so fractured because you're a f**king crackhead
Dibbity-dabbage, beep-beep cabbage
Do some real damage because I'm a f**king savage
Three tracks in and my lyric game strong
Three tracks in and I never get sh*t wrong
Three tracks in and I still call you the mongs
Three tracks in and you still can't write a hit song
