Kiss of Death

Lyrics

[Intro: 360] Uh Yeah Uh Yeah [Verse 1: 360] You feel the bass and the treble, go slow though Man, I dance with the devil, but no homo You talk about your fan club, but you don't know flows Fan club? I guess your fans at your shows don't show Grab a cricket bat and smack guys for six (Yeah) And PEZ is loyal, he smacks guys for '6 Talk like a bitch, you get smacked like a bitch And I'm broke as all fuck, but I act like I'm rich, uh This scene seems to act like they're sick Yeah, they might have rhymes, but they rap kind of shit (Never, never) I don't rap, I just disrespect I've got no respect for anything, I'll diss respect (Fucker) And they ask, am I really good at drinkin'? Yes Nine shots'd have you slurrin' words like 50 Cent (Fucker) And GMC's real, you're actin' We could give a fuck would accent he raps in [Chorus: 360] (That's real) Uh, there's no hooks in our notebooks Yeah (Yeah, you know why? 'Cause hooks are overrated, cunt) There's no hooks in our notebooks (We don't follow trends anymore, we're Forthwrizzy) Yeah There's no hooks in our notebooks (No hookies… my verse is a hook anyway, you fucking dickhead) [Verse 2: PEZ] Yeah, ayo Check it out, uh Yo, I can kick one flow and you know it, it's P-Easy I wanna quit this shit, but I can't, 'cause the scene needs me This seems easy (Yep), that's 'cause it is, motherfucker Believe me, you can't see me, nah So don't talk any shit, 'cause you're not better What's better than P' and 3' with GMC? They should call us the flow of the next century The only person near how we're flowin' is Seth Sentry and Rob Mantra (What?) You should have those Names on your list, if you don't, wrong answer I wanna get all these wack rappers replaced These acts slapped in the face till they're smacked back in their place ([?] that, bitch) I know you all might misconstrue our Confidence as sort of more like being too proud Bottom line, Forthwrite is the crew now I'm saying it, 'cause Forthwrite spit the truth, blaow [Chorus: PEZ] (P-Easy) There's no hooks in our notebooks (P-E-Z… get it? Keep up, mate) There's no hooks in our notebooks (Just have a glance through, mate, they're not there) There's no hooks in our notebooks (Nah, no hookies, no hookies) GMC! [Verse 3: GMC] When they When they hear me rap, they like, "He's on something" They see me dance, they like, "He's on something" VIP on the weed and I'm blunted And when it wears off, drop E and I'm munted And when that wears off, more E and I'm buzzin' And when I pop more, believe I am krumpin' They see me peak like a eagle or somethin' When they built me, they didn't read the instructions (Nope) Gets fucked up, I'm debris and destruction I gets fucked up beyond reasonable function King of this country, you can call me Arthur, Solomon or Caesar or something And I got a little groupie in my ear and she buggin' She got bad breath, she OD'd on the onions Fuck bitch off, 'cause people are nothin' I am GMC, I don't need introductions Got it locked down with the keys to the dungeon Kiss the ring, bitch, like I'm Smeagol or something Three-letter boss, self-esteem in abundance Forthwrite, big dogs, pee on you munchkins