World Championship Karate Champion

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris] Raw champion of karate, champion Tree's are space gray, clips are butter melt Faded like Juvenile and BG Chops like shoulder blades off of MP's Raps you always lack, I got plenty Flex it, ain't gotta go all in and go ten deep Weak nigga's back, bath and give me fifty feet Hope ya new Puma's get pummeled by 20 dirty cleats Doctor Phil, my thoughts get the Oprah okay Millionaire lifeline, for you is a no way I keep heat on tap and heat on stand-by I tree on the wax and play from the land-line Wraps of raps on whacks on raps on all nine No babyface, this is for the cool in you Just gold grills, this is for the goon in you Since taste makers talking and never put food in you Word up! If i'm driving, you know that I'm swerved off And if I'm riding, you know they serving me cups of- World Championship Karate Champion [Verse 2: Zeroh] Nasty craft, yo come, the covert ugly Duck if the public ever come to love me Rugged study G, cruddy tee, muddy jeans, no shoes And cracked toe nails, ooze, bloody scenes, it's whatever Bitches walk like they afraid to die I hike, success is more tried and cry Laughing at you sassy niggas in saucy draws The wi-fi 92C36F9 Just please stop whining on vine, it's all matter Mind instantly gramming on shatter If you ain't fucking with moose, scooping wax off the platter It's elite, summer THC taffy disaster No crumbs or thumbs, mad than a hatter EQ fat, so pregnant with emotion Coach, window seat, still rock some cold when your old Cop an attitude at this altitude?! Man we cold World Championship Karate Champion [Verse 3: Jonwayne]