THROWING AXES AT THE WIDE RECEIVER

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm just gonna do it now [Chorus] THROWING AXES AT THE WIDE RECEIVER DON'T YOU TRY TO CATCH IT, WE KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T A LEADER HOPE YOU DIE BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME BATSHIT CRAY WITH A FEVER IMMA TRY TO GET YOU LYING ON THE FLOOR AS A BLEEDER Because I'm THROWING AXES AT THE WIDE RECEIVER DON'T YOU TRY TO CATCH IT, WE KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T A LEADER HOPE YOU DIE BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME BATSHIT CRAY WITH A FEVER IMMA TRY TO GET YOU LYING ON THE FLOOR AS A BLEEDER [Verse 1] I been waiting for this moment for the longest time Now I got an oppurtunity, this shit is mine huh? Didn't you say I got no hands? Update, you lost your chance Oh wait, you fell into a trance Bitch boy just take a glance Uh, I know you ain't tryna comeback me Why is that? Lil bitch you'll get knocked out before I blink I'm tired of saying hurting you is what I think Let's bring this to reality I'm ice cold, roller rink I'll slap you in the face You fucktard peice of shit disgrace How come everytime I hit you, you just get slower in pace I'd be great if you were gone, but guess that this can serve my taste Oh now bitch you running, this a fight, it's not a race Big kick to the chest I guess You a dick so I suppose that would be the best You get smacked, let's see the rest You a whack motherfucker with a need to press One two, motherfucker, what it do? Some time when I rhyme I'll talk about beating you Seeing you bleeding, my eyes are glued I won't be leaving, anytime soon Hit a lick and kick you Bite a brick or prick you Why am I dick you made me tick, soon I lost my shit, you weren't slick dude Go ahead and sit, you ain't sick dude Nah you ain't lit, you ain't quick dude I know your shtick, you can't trick dude You fight like a chick, oh am I rude? It hasn't clicked? Watch your attitude Smack in the face you disgrace uh, You slacking in place with your mace yuh I see you is backing up, I'm cracking up You be lacking a punch, I had enough Now you ain't look so tough, this shit been rough, I called you out on your bluff [Interlude] Yuh, throwing axes at the fucking wide receiver bitch [Chorus] THROWING AXES AT THE WIDE RECEIVER DON'T YOU TRY TO CATCH IT, WE KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T A LEADER HOPE YOU DIE BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME BATSHIT CRAY WITH A FEVER IMMA TRY TO GET YOU LYING ON THE FLOOR AS A BLEEDER Because I'm THROWING AXES AT THE WIDE RECEIVER DON'T YOU TRY TO CATCH IT, WE KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T A LEADER HOPE YOU DIE BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME BATSHIT CRAY WITH A FEVER IMMA TRY TO GET YOU LYING ON THE FLOOR AS A BLEEDER [Outro] Jesus Fucking Christ I don't trust you