Blackout

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trials] Yo I'm supposed to be humble? You're kidding They still trying to cum onto women, I just finished cumming in 'em Picturing 'em in their full flat Mall rats enough goths, sluts coughed up what I poured down It's your round, never mine and it stays that way Until the day I federlined J. MacRae, ayy Take the bait and I take your name instead of a couch Tom Cruise the bit of your mouth now I think it's evident now the evidence out Settling downs out out the question And how many thousand crew throw towels in to show their click Fuck showmanship, I done showed their shit Show the dick 'til the girl gets the cum out Then...she get the fuck out! Till we run out of drinks, I skull this one Thinking out the box with my finger stuck in one [Verse 2: Sesta] Ayy Come fuck around, fuck it I cum around I hit your girl in the back while your son around She's busy, run to the liqour shop and get a bottle Kiddies love it, he's a role model Low morals, beer goggles Thick as a brick but I'm never double dipping the dick in the bitch Fuck, I turn 'em vegetarian The drunk pallbearer, holding wood trying to bury you I give 'em clout, spread the rumour Getting kicked out of clubs rocking second hand Pumas Who got the illest sport? The name 'Oars Encores they feel it boy more than they feeling chainsaws We came, we saw, we fade 'em all, we did it You prayed we'd fall, we didn't, huh you're kidding? Walking in and we killing the vibe You better hide the dinner knifes because I might... [Hook: Trials & Sesta] Blackout (what-wha-wha-what, what) Blackout (what-wha-wha-what, what) Yeah (what-wha-wha-what, what) Better clean the gutter 'cause I'm going to, going to Blackout (try come fuck around with the oars That shit's lunacy, hey, Trials take a shit on these G.I. Joe mother fuckers) [Verse 3: Trials] Yeah that's Sesta raise a fucking toast for my man We on the prowl for a piece of pussy with pokey tan I'm talking takeover, time's up See they struggling for styles when they hardly rhyme half the time Real shit real hard to find Oars play point-guard like Bali 9 They gotta stop it, another day at the office And their name hold weightless that's why these mother fuckers drop it under I'm the prophet that turns wine to vomit from my wallet with cob webs on it If you sick of it, stop it Listen to Common if you want some nice rap If you like that, you probably got my shit and took it right back Hilltop and Oars - That's the truth Weapon X and Ken Hell - That's the booth The shit's fake, major-label budget away from a piss tap Best take the piss away before I BLACKOUT! [Verse 4: Sesta] You ain't fucking with Ses, ask Pegz You're harmless, the last pick a target Gin start the bitch palming start At a bargain [?] the answer Body snatcher digging her out A hundred motherfuckers is chilling me out, what the fuck? Raise the terror level with every sip So I get a better devil every drink, everythin' Better than it's ever been, pink shirts and pop collared Cock suckers, stop getting props without a top dollar Rock bottom I've got 'em, I'm Lex in Gotham You in the wrong city to stop him, drop it Back in it raw, packing the floor Stacking the door, that's what I rap for I tag whores with an S on they chest Far from super, duper, fuckers in the stoop for saying [Hook: Trials] Blackout (what-wha-wha-what, what) Blackout (what-wha-wha-what, what) Yeah (what-wha-wha-what, what) Better clean the gutter cos I'm gonna, gonna Blackout, bla-bla-blackout, blackout Bla-bla-bla-bla-blackout, blackout Blackout, bla-bla-blackout, blackout Bla-bla-bla-bla-blackout, blackout (What-wha-wha-what, what) (What-wha-wha-what, what) (What-wha-wha-what, what) Better clean the gutter cos I'm gonna, gonna BLACKOUT