Lyrics

[Intro: Lflows, Verbill, Brad Strut] Yeah, what up? Official mixtape, fuckin' murderous, bitch Verbill, Lflows, Brad Strut Official mixtape It's legendary Fuckin' peep this shit, bitches Check this shit out Yeah, check it You fuckin' want to One Left One Check, check [Verse 1: Lflows] Yeah, you make me wanna smack your throat, make you collapse and choke You cats is broke, actin' like you stackin' notes I don't need cash to cope, just be rap, you joke You're trash like a fuckin' empty pack o' smokes, I'll Dash your hopes from Melbourne to Bris-Vegas Ain't seldom to kids, haters, we melt 'em with sick pages Can tell if they bitch, fakers ain't got time to waste Mate, just try and debate, I don't define what's great And I ain't got no desire to hate, but with those rhymes you kick it I'll take the time to break and redesign your face Pop faggots prob'ly ain't your kind o' taste But you behind the pace actin' like those rhymes you make is Straight fire, they ain't, guy You a peasant, when I die, they'll call me the [?] No mercy, keep my verses dope I'm so thirsty, flow dirty, never heard o' soap Keep that fuckin' throat burning, helps those nerves to cope No sleep, no earning, with no herbs to smoke You nerds don't deserve to quote them words I wrote Watch my pen give birth as you hurts a flow Left One, we a bunch o' scumbags to respect Baggage your set, crack a fresh bag on the steps Yeah, I'm taggin' you feds, but with some staggerin' text Pissed, writin' shit 'til my fuckin' pad is a mess, what? [Verse 2: Brad Strut] I rock important wordplay and debauchery Serve slaves verbally, superb slays surgery Brave courtesy in the worst way visual My Earth's like dismal, I heard they's critical I down a brown bottle, purse pain pitiful My sound's another drink, burbs stay lyrical I flirt with death in an empty bar miracle Plenty scars on my soul, memory, and physical Leisurely, I spit at fools with hidden jewels Most boast, when they learnin' the ropes, are still at school My dope quotes are the pinnacle, perfect and natural Certain and tactical, permanent, practical Vermin exterminated, servin' you what you wanted This shit, you bump in your ride, girly upon the bonnet Any fucker can try, but only some have got it I stare and shrug at the sky, another wanna vomit [Verse 3: Verbill] [?] bare, so how the fuck is we supposed to compare? I talk shit and get my stinkin' arse thrown off the air I know not to stare if you see my crew just pass by quick 'Cause my clique is known to leave a kid's arse quite kicked Ask what the last guy did to get his dark eye tint Check his x-rays, I heard he got some large sized [?] My entourage rhymes, dick, you're entourage rides dicks And anyone that rolls with 'em needs a hard right fist In they head physically, and anyone that says differently Is dead simply the dumbest fuck I've met literally I set history every time the pen is with me You get fidgety and your jaws descend instantly Cunts that's frickin' dissin', just shut your lips and listen Constructive advice; Fuck constructive criticism I'm more likely to take the stuff you isn't diggin' And multiply it by ten for you to bump it in the system (Chuck that on) To weak fucks; You'll get chucked into submission Have your arms bent back to an uncomfortable position Then I'll start with the punchin' and the kickin' And fuck you up worse than me cookin' somethin' in the kitchen Honestly written in capitals with an apostrophe You motherfuckers could benefit from watchin' me Left One and Brad Strut, the legendary matchup Move units like we found a better place then packed up [Commentary: Jehst] Yo, this is Brimstone A.K.A. Jehst [?], live from the nuclear bunker, London Brad Strut, Lyrical Commission, Legendary The Official Mixtape, yeah? UK to Australia, all the way, peace