Lyrics:
know I'm cranky I think y'all know the meaning
Grumpy cat here with the way that I'm memeing
Kinda ironic cuz that's how I'm feeling
Swear when it drips
that ain't hard too see
But you must have been fooled again by your friends across the sea
And maybe you were fooled again by your people here at home
that ain't hard too see
But you must have been fooled again by your friends across the sea
And maybe you were fooled again by your people here at home
Karate
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
die)
Fucking with these gentlemen, we run
Up in your residence
Get you for your presidents
(Die mother fucker, die)
Make up the break up, I don't wanna
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
your face
Ride or die
Or get the fuck outta my way
Shit ain't sweet
Yea don't play with my name
I'll catch a case
Flow on these beats with grace
Mother
someone to wake me up
I remember the evening you showed me Cat Stevens
Now I fill the room up with "Father and Son"
Two minutes emotion, four hours I'm
want more
Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback
It's a dangerous game, come strong or get your skull cracked
Blahti raise the thermostat,
hand
Says, You're not my real dad, but your the best sex my mother
has ever had'
Could you just this once pretend its going to be alright
Could you just
failure to the recipe, too much salt
Too much sweet, too much hate would have come between
How obscene your future queen, how is life on the murder scene?
cat been preying don't you run
Hunger in my stomach but the smoke is in my lungs
Told Big Cuz that we going on a hunt
You been praying nigga, niggas
when they run
I got this stripper bitch offend how I hop up outta Benz's
Dior frames all on my lenses
Me and Steven look like twins
Is you for real
Peep is weeping, I hate to see you cry
Sometimes guys lie when your thighs are above you
Mother May I say you denied the evidence
The frog was only
the spot fed
In the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls
Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle
I bundle, amongst you cold mother
I just left a cat feeling privileged
Made him say "Wow" like Wizzy did
Getting Lizzy in
Yeah your bitch calls me Icarus
But these wings can't burn
yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men
the fans, like your thumbs up, what up?
I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks
I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank
What the f you
eyes
Especially since your little brother was an artist on the rise
He said "shit, life's crazy brother" just like my baby's mother
I don't stress who
good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't
Diddley-do-do-do
Life
Oh Life
Ohhhh Liiiiife
Oh Life
Diddley-do-do
Sssshh
She is the cat's mother
If you're going out together keep a look out for each other
Don't
you probably couldn't get a
O of every day
'Round my way, cats get murder planned
Ain't no rules, play dirty, man
Put somethin' through your jersey, man
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