Komik - Rap it up
What's up blood? Komik be blastin' macks from Cadillacs
Leave yo block red, when I cap that ass like graffin' cans
Keepin' it tight, It's battlerap & I rock like grams of crack
Bags of Hasch, & I would Gladly have some laughing gas
Y'all be buggin' out like Mark Chapman, that is just wack
Handle the facts, I shot John Lennon.. Try Imagining that
Why step, when all the average cats can't match my raps
They're betta' off havin' ham in Pakistan during Ramadan
Manson's back, Polanski's still mad over Sharon but it had..
..Nothin' to do with me, except strangle & stabbin' her ass
Fuck you.. Crappin' your pants when I'm stackin' my cash
Becuz the amount got more Zeroes than your Family has
Got more nuclearbombs than Bush, Blair & Jaques Chirac
And I got more punches than Van Damme & Jackie Chan
..That last line was played out, but still y'all clap ya hands
Cuz y'all think collabs with me helps with your lack of fans
THAT'S A RAP!
"Kom & sätt dig här i knät hos Daddy's lap..
..Med din bebistjärt så vi kan spanka den!"
I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one!
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