CORRECT LYRICS
PIMP3RI4L on the way
Three four, three four
Little roaches they tryna call themselves artist
Chatty and Se7en ready to blow the game and broke their pencils
My rap is fast like Wall’s crossovers
Constantly breakin' ankles, spittin' brainless, pessimistic and outrageous
Write for pages and pages
Eighteen years a slave but I've done broke some cages
Give me 5 months then I’m famous, it’s amazing
Lord gave me five guys and IMP3RI4L rises
34 raised us
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
IMP3RI4L came and grabbed 'em by the throat
I want all the blood and I want all the smoke
I hope, you got the guts the diss us
Pretty little princess hit us
Im a nice guy but I got people wanna take your life usin milimeters
They love us cause we feed 'em
All the paperwork dont mean nothing if i can not command hit em and bleed em
Done in several minutes
But weren’t you the nice guy Se7en
Heads we severin'
Won't end up in heaven
We'll get'em and implode'em
B*t*h call me Eleven
Will protect my brethren
'Til I'm dead, 'til I'm gone
Baby steps, baby reps 'til you respond
If you wanna go, put it in a song
I can't take another b*t*h crying over my phone
I'll make your beat, I'll be your feat
If you'll get off my d**k f**ker I can play along
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
Yeah I’m workin
Got a bad b*t*h twerkin
I’ll diss you'll be lurkin
Oops I got your feelings hurtin' again
I never stop cause I know I am the man
Two days, two beats, two songs I’m not your friend
And your b*t*h suckin all of my tongue
I want all the blood and I want all the smoke
I want all the praises
I want all the disses
I want all the calls
Se7en is on the phone
I’m gone
Oh sh*t !
Oh sh*t !
Oh sh*t !
Oh sh*t !
Lyrics : Oh Shit!
PIMP3RI4L on the way
Three four, three four
Little roaches they tryna call themselves artist
Chatty and Se7en ready to blow the game and broke their pencils
My rap is fast like Wall’s crossovers
Constantly breakin' ankles, spittin' brainless, pessimistic and outrageous
Write for pages and pages
Eighteen years a slave but I've done broke some cages
Give me 5 months then I’m famous, it’s amazing
Lord gave me five guys and IMP3RI4L rises
34 raised us
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
IMP3RI4L came and grabbed 'em by the throat
I want all the blood and I want all the smoke
I hope, you got the guts the diss us
Pretty little princess hit us
Im a nice guy but I got people wanna take your life usin milimeters
They love us cause we feed 'em
All the paperwork dont mean nothing if i can not command hit em and bleed em
Done in several minutes
But weren’t you the nice guy Se7en
Heads we severin'
Won't end up in heaven
We'll get'em and implode'em
B*t*h call me Eleven
Will protect my brethren
'Til I'm dead, 'til I'm gone
Baby steps, baby reps 'til you respond
If you wanna go, put it in a song
I can't take another b*t*h crying over my phone
I'll make your beat, I'll be your feat
If you'll get off my d**k f**ker I can play along
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
Two songs in two days, oh sh*t
Bangerbros on the way, oh sh*t
Laying it just the way we see fit
It gon get lit in the mosh pit, oh sh*t
Yeah I’m workin
Got a bad b*t*h twerkin
I’ll diss you'll be lurkin
Oops I got your feelings hurtin' again
I never stop cause I know I am the man
Two days, two beats, two songs I’m not your friend
And your b*t*h suckin all of my tongue
I want all the blood and I want all the smoke
I want all the praises
I want all the disses
I want all the calls
Se7en is on the phone
I’m gone
Oh sh*t !
Oh sh*t !
Oh sh*t !
Oh sh*t !
