CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tundra
Hey, how you doin today?
We are … not your kind
Not your kind
Tundra, i make the ground rumble
And with thunder on my side i can f**k zues’s mother—f**ker
Wanna try me and ill spazz out
Lose my f**king mind and then ill leave him in a gla** house
Then i ask zues “yo, can you bring the hail down?
Bring the f**kin crib down? leave him in a gla** grave?”
Get gushers for the god named “tenny” and ground MGK?
Okay, you want the f**ker dead? i can make it that way
F**k yo mom in every way, doggy style, missionary
Yo dads tied up in the basement, screaming, pleading
Wishin he never nutted in ya motha, now its she screaming
Cut open her stomach and i see my d**k coming
Thru, do you have the time bruh?
I got places to be and i got b*t*hes to punk
I got faggots to f**k, yo i hope you know you suck
You ain't sh*t, yo momma hate you, thats why she let me f**k
She wishes i was her son, but theres no blood so i can still f**k
And tuck, that belly b***on in
Give her tummy tuck, her bladder bust and then the rust on my bike
Ayy, stop f**king up my ride bro
Ill jump up off the porch and then ill stab you in the w****, ayy
Not your kind
Not your kind
Ayo i got this verse, i got this verse
Oh i know my place in the worldly a-claim
Everyone hates me, all of them just the same
Because i rap about rape, drugs and torture, hold the door for her
Go by any pronouns thats how much i do not give a f**k
You listen to rappers that be talkin like they actors
Factors, they cappers, dont know where they going
They lost in the sauce and its lost in translation
Hold the fornication, this was mac millers claymation
12 bars left of copying the copiers
First it was one beer, second was the odd todd’s
If you wanna make it in this game you must beat all the odds
And dont you download any mods
You do this on your own, dont sit on anothers throne
We ain't mall santas we dont want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree, hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pu**y, wanna fight me? get thru my words
Of virgins speaking, f**k im seething in anger
Fight me, pu**y, ill just rape ya sister
Then kidnap yo daughter imma demon without a martyr
Im an artist with no canvas or a father
We are … not your kind
Not your kind
Tundra, i make the ground rumble
And with thunder on my side i can f**k zues’s mother—f**ker
Wanna try me and ill spazz out
Lose my f**king mind and then ill leave him in a gla** house
Then i ask zues “yo, can you bring the hail down?
Bring the f**kin crib down? leave him in a gla** grave?”
Get gushers for the god named “tenny” and ground MGK?
Okay, you want the f**ker dead? i can make it that way
F**k yo mom in every way, doggy style, missionary
Yo dads tied up in the basement, screaming, pleading
Wishin he never nutted in ya motha, now its she screaming
Cut open her stomach and i see my d**k coming
Thru, do you have the time bruh?
I got places to be and i got b*t*hes to punk
I got faggots to f**k, yo i hope you know you suck
You ain't sh*t, yo momma hate you, thats why she let me f**k
She wishes i was her son, but theres no blood so i can still f**k
And tuck, that belly b***on in
Give her tummy tuck, her bladder bust and then the rust on my bike
Ayy, stop f**king up my ride bro
Ill jump up off the porch and then ill stab you in the w****, ayy
Not your kind
Not your kind
Ayo i got this verse, i got this verse
Oh i know my place in the worldly a-claim
Everyone hates me, all of them just the same
Because i rap about rape, drugs and torture, hold the door for her
Go by any pronouns thats how much i do not give a f**k
You listen to rappers that be talkin like they actors
Factors, they cappers, dont know where they going
They lost in the sauce and its lost in translation
Hold the fornication, this was mac millers claymation
12 bars left of copying the copiers
First it was one beer, second was the odd todd’s
If you wanna make it in this game you must beat all the odds
And dont you download any mods
You do this on your own, dont sit on anothers throne
We ain't mall santas we dont want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree, hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pu**y, wanna fight me? get thru my words
Of virgins speaking, f**k im seething in anger
Fight me, pu**y, ill just rape ya sister
Then kidnap yo daughter imma demon without a martyr
Im an artist with no canvas or a father
