CYBER WARFARE 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Louverture] Send shots at me? Ima blast back Bullets hits you like rat a tat tat a Infecting the game, straight up virus: I'm that bad I might just corrupt your data Team f'yooch stack chips like Oscorp Bitches tryna fuck for sport Rappers fake, dick ride like whores But hate on me behind closed doors (yeahhhhhhhh) [Chorus] They just mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that They just mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that You ain't worth nun, ain't got it likе that You just hating on me cause I got it like that Opps dеad and gone, smoked like a bong I got bitches in Hong Kong popping pussy to my songs 100k on my songs, your mom hoeing in a thong E-celebs on my shlong, the rap game all in my palms [Verse 2: Vasto] I got the game in my palms, (bitch), talkin on Lou? You put yo life in danger Niggas be really Mystique, they hear my flows get geeked and they all try to take em If he keep runnin his mouth? We put the fye to that shit now we turnin' the chamber Dante, bitch, two bangers, talkin that opp shit, he in a closet attached to a hanger I catch him? Ima send him to hell, me n Lou? Yeah, we Sonic and Tails This blick hit like Zygarde: just leave a cell, swingin this blick like a flail Known assassin for hire, if we don't hit shit we spinnin' right back like a tire Cook his ass up Jambalaya, hitting his shit now watch him flip now, he see black and white like Nior [Chorus] Opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong I got bitches in Hong Kong popping pussy to my songs 100k on my songs, your mom hoeing in a thong E-celebs on my shlong, the rap game all in my palms They just mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that These niggas mad they ain't got it like that You ain't worth nothing, ain't got it like that You just hating on me cause I got it like that ~beat switch / skit~ [Loose Cannon Android: Hexgirlidol] Surrender... or be subject to unimaginable horrors I came here to kick ass and take sexy pictures and I'm all out of space You are now engaged in cyber warfare [Verse 3: Louverture] Look at my clique, click! We pull up so vicious It's bout time to cross off your name off my hit list, you get turnt to a spliff quick My gun stun 'em, as he freeze get to blasting, I flee the scene and take out 6 more assassins I'm sniping pilots out they 'copters, they crashing, tanks rolled up on me, blew 'em up it's straight madness (hah hah) Dear rapper, I don't want hear you nagging in my ear if praise ain't coming after All of the hate and doubt y'all spewed at me done turnt me to a master Chopper yap like a damn Marshall, not Mathers, you talking smack only gets the beast in me madder I pen a vocal blow to foes, leave 'em knackered, to pay the bills, turn opps to ghost, wet mah scabbard I'M ON MY GET RICH OR R.I.P SHIT PUSSY BOI, I MOONWALK ON YO BEST SHIT, FUCK MODESTY RAPPERS TRYNA VTUBE NOW, 'MEMBER BACK THEN THEY WAS MOCKING ME WAY AHEAD OF THE CURVE, I'M A TRENDSETTER, THAT AIN'T HARD TO SEE YOU DON'T LIKE ME? THEN COME SHOOT ME, NIGGA, YO BITCH IS CALLING ME POOKIE, NIGGA I GOT - 5 DIFFERENT ALBUMS DROPPING ON THEY HEADTOP, AWW, YEAH! I'M STRAIGHT BUTCHERING NIGGAS IF WE DON'T SEE EYE TO EYE OR WE NOT GON HANG THEN I DON'T FEEL LIKE WORKING WITH NIGGAS DON'T TRY TO PLACE YO NAME ON MY DAMN ACCOLADES IF YOU NEVER SUPPORTED ME, NIGGA [Verse 4: Ham Sandwich] If I let it bus I ain't tourin with niggas Hell I'm barely recording with niggas If I put the pen to the pad, I know I can't afford to be giving These niggas a carry job Bitch I walk with that bat, like I'm Barry Bonds And I'm keepin this gat in my carry on Draco gon leave his top red as Belserion Walk with a nine, if he try me, I'm baryon Niggas thinkin it's sweet on the cyber, so I had to pop out Posted so many niggas outside of his crib I don't think he's ever gonna walk out The only thing that we have in common is Both of us keep our burners anonymous But your burner and mine ain't synonymous Even though we both use em for talkin shit Aye, for real I let it speak for itself Facing the fire, and he finna melt Like he beefed with a tiefling in hell It's making em sick when they see me do well Read they comments while gettin my dick sucked Wondering why niggas want me to fail So unbothered I can't even tell [Outro: Hexgirldol] That was quite the ruthless display, King Louverture [Skit: Professor Kuro] Lou... what have you done!? Look around you... you didn't have to leave the scene this desolate! I see now... THERE IS NO STOPPING YOU! *crowd booing* But... you're all free no- *gunfire* Quickly! To me my Loose Cannons!