Adam’s Apple

Lyrics

[Intro: KSI] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! These niggas ain't ready! You wanted this, amigo Yeah [Verse: KSI] End of this, you're gonna really want to kill me End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me Never miss whenever suckers wanna grill me Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click *gunshot* I didn't really wanna do this So my fans be sayin', "Who this?" But they really wanna view this Know you're dyin' when I shoot this Had your ex all in my DMs Pillow talkin' in the DMs (Ayy) Trust me, nigga, take a seat (Ayy) Gonna have this on repeat (Ayy) Naga Viper with the heat (Ayy) Mr. Z Man on the beat (Ayy) Adam had to eat the apple (Ayy) Time to kill him in a chapel (Mm) Adam really shit the bed (Wha?) How you gonna shit the bed? (No) Alesa told me you were cryin' (Huh!) Nigga, this shit had me dyin' (Rah!) Had to clean up all your noodles (Mm) I expect that from a poodle (Mm) And you know the best part? (What?) Adam thought it was a fart (Damn!) Damn, nigga, haven't even pulled the trigger You should never try to diss the nigga One-seven milli', still I'm bigger, I don't care about your bank report At least I'm never payin' child support But why your baby mama sayin' that you ain't even payin' that? Ain't a game, so you never feel like playin' that? Stop the music, bitch And go back to blocks, you'll make more money (Yeah) And when it comes to shocks, I got more comin' (Yeah) When it comes to cocks, you a small summin' When it comes to flops, you're the first running When it comes to pops, you ain't there sonnin' Nigga, tell me why the fuck you're cuttin' yourself? How you're gonna be a dad when you're cuttin' yourself? But it's not all you're doin', you fucked up and I know you're brewin' Time to reminisce, I hope you're hearin' this I didn't wanna be the one to be out blarin' this But fuck it, behind the mask, you're a prick What you did made me sick Smearin' blood on this chick Yeah, let's talk about Dawn Slappin' and choking from dusk till dawn Then blaming your alter-egos What the fuck? That's not cool, amigo "That's not Adam, that was John that hit you" (Yeah) "That's not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you" (Yeah) "That's not Adam"– nah, fuck you, Adam Any woman beater gets the fucking heater R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature (Ha!) That's your baby mama Flew her over just to end the saga KSI, I'm the king of drama (Uh) Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta You will always be a dreadful father Post Malone, he ain't savin' shit Your tattoos are shit, chronic masturbator Comin' now and later Why you horny looking at an alligator? I'm your violator This the bar on my mission Nothin' can save your dead vision, bitch! [Outro: KSI] Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy GG, motherfucker