Tag: Mad Max


21 Savage – Bank Account




I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard




Joyner Lucas – Winter Blues




[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet, they’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimmie that, gimmie that
Gimmie that, gimmie that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 1]
I remember everything was different
When I tried to get a job and make some money
I was livin’ on the street
I walk a lot of miles and nobody wasn’t hiring and I had to stand in line if I was to get something to eat
Cause I ain’t had no homies and my girl depended on me every night that we were lonely and I couldn’t get no sleep
Cause I was plotting on anybody I seen that was getting money
You got it? I need it sorry, you don’t need it more than me
And bitch, I’m tired of this struggle, ducking and dodging them puddles wondering if God ever hear the prayers I said
Cause every time I got a new hustle, that shit done got me in trouble
You don’t know how many fucking tears I’ve shed
But fuck it, I’m letting loose
And they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues
You know what I’m finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafucking thing that I pick and choose
And I’m done with all the begging, I’m past that
All I did was get laughed at
You can go back track but you’ll never get cash back
And they told me I’m half black
But I’m white as a lab rat
With a mic and a gas mask
I’m a light for your trash ass
And I might get the last laugh
Better fight if you back stab
With a knife in your backpack
All my life I’ve been jabbed at
But I fight like I’m Mad Max with a knife with the yeah yeah
You know, you know what the fuck I’m talking about
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what I had to do to get what I want
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count it all my fingers how much shit that I lost
Nigga this is my job
These are my thoughts
I ain’t never had shit but for now you better give me what’s yours

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet
They’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 2]
You really got some nerve talkin’ bout me like you’re better cause you got your shit together and I’m really goin’ through it
I don’t think you have a clue what it feels like doin’ dirt knowin’ in your heart you ain’t wanna do it
I don’t got one G bone in my body, I ain’t never gangbang I don’t know nothing about it
I don’t claim to be a thug nigga or Illuminati but there really ain’t no tellin’ what I do when I get rowdy
And I’m starvin’ and my back against the wall and you ballin’
Everytime I see you all you do is flash hundreds
Everything on fleek I ain’t never had nothin’
I just wanna be you when I feel like stuntin’
And lettin’ loose and they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues you don’t know what I finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafuckin’ thing that I pick and choose
I’m done with that hating shit
The fuck do you think this is
Damn it, you made me sick
Ain’t no time for no babysit
This is the way we live and yes I’m okay with this
You think you all that and a bag of potato chips?
Could jump off a crazy bridge
And enough of you idiot kids
Go suckin’ a lady dick
I would never just make amends
With none of you shakin’ hands in public
Yeah yeah like get the fuck out of my face, dude
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what a nigga had to do to get loose
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count on all my fingers how much shit I went through
What I went through
What I went through
And when shit get real ain’t really nothing that you can do

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner
I’m unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you
Peace

[Voice mail: Angry caller]
Yo, who the fuck do you think you are tryna give advice to a child?
My child
Nigga, you the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met in my life
My nigga
You the last person that should be trying to give advice to anybody about anything
Let alone my fucking kid
Acting like some fucking role model or some shit
Nigga, no nobody wanna be like you
Stop it


Hopsin – The Purge


[Intro]
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch, watch
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch me, (watch me)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, homie G, the cold emcee
Rollin’ deep through your vicinity (yo)
I just had an epiphany
I don’t know what it did to me
But I’m hopin’ the devil doesn’t get into me (woah)
I’m still a beast whose enemies finna be
Off the chain with a brand new delivery (yeah)
Try to get in my way, the feelin’ of rage
That sit in my brain, then I blast you to smithereens
Nigga please, I’ll be damned if I’m thrown on the back burner
Fuckin’ maniac purgin’, a rap server
The cat burglar who be committin’ mass murder
That’s word to the G.O.D.
Fuckin’ the game from the P.O.V.
Niggas beg and they plead on knees
There’ll be no peace, the D.O.G., I feed on beats
If niggas wanna die they can lean on me
No Bill Withers, U.P. I done built it up
You wishin’ you was on the field with us
I’m the ill nigga, no deal, look at me grill niggas
Fuckin’ with me then I will erupt
Still we must remain clam
Napalm in my dang palm
I’m a dark villain like Blade, Spawn or Akon with a cape on
It ain’t fun, you can’t run
This is the horror flick your life is based on
I ain’t gon’ say that I’m runnin’ shit
That’s the shit every rapper say and think about
Nigga, just go in and look at the bank account
I just don’t have enough patience to take it out
Niggas is hatin’ now, I don’t suffer from no paper drought
Always winning’s my favorite route
My whole life, I just lay it out
Being around me is a blessing so, boy, you should take a bow
Look!

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Verse 2]
Comin’ up, niggas said, "He can’t go far." (oh shit)
I cut through like a relay go-kart (woah)
I give it to you like a B-Day postcard
Killin’ shit with my nigga DJ Romar (yeah, yeah)
You know you made it when they claim you overrated
Flow is slayin’, cultivatin’
Way way back in the golden ages
Now I got hoes from here to Copenhagen
Like nigga, you don’t even know where that’s at
Bagbak ’cause I’m a class act of Mad Max
A mental hazmat lookin’ for a jackass to spaz at
I’m turnin’ you niggas into my lab rats
Hashtag, #FuckYouMan
And a dome piece with a nut and a bolt screwed in
Don’t care what cult you in
I’m AWOL like I’m D. Trump’s new plan
I be givin’ you some mo’ action, mo’ thrashin’
Old-fashioned ho slappin’, throat slashin’
Hittin’ you harder than a collision with a semi
Then wish you’ll bust and then you’ll throw past it
I’m the maniac in yo’ attic, nomadic, toe-taggin’
Ho, that’s my dick, you should blow at it!
I don’t really give a fuck about your feelings
You can cry me a river ’cause I’m a dog and you know that shit
Clearly there’s a devil on my shoulder with an angel
But they don’t go back and forth
We are all in agreement in knowin’ just what I am rappin’ for
Just smashin’ whores, give me ass galore
It’s all I’m askin’, Lord
I can fit the women inside of my black Accord
And we can speed through the night, unless I crash of course
I may need to see a psychiatric ward, so let’s go!

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Outro]
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, better tell these hoes I’m kickin’ through the door!


Active – Sneakbo featuring Giggs lyrics


Lyrics Sneakbo – Active

Fam I don’t even need dat
Man said 3-2-1
Ay ride lemme get that lighter
Real certified Gs in the building
Ay lemme get that, lemme get that
Fanatix
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.(active)

Man touch road like a cabman
Old school, man just jump out with mad man
No tool, man just jump out and grab man ( grab man )
Man’s been known as the badman ( yeah )
Man jump out, chop, kebab man ( local )
Man jump out, pop and bag man ( phone call )
Man just boxed up and bat man ( pop pop )
Manlyk Sneakbo and Batman ( oooh )
Man just popped up and burnt like
Three man, man just hopped off the dirtbike
F**k that, man just switched up and burnt mics
Certi, man just popped up all cert like ( yeah )
Man just rocked up and murked like
Mad tracks, man just mopped up, commerce guys
Mad Max, man just knock-knocked and earthed guys
Fake yutes, man try cockblock the surf guys
Armour, man might pop that banana ( yeah )
Hair-loss, man can’t locks like Akala
Bling bling, man’s that frostbite alamer
Pour ‘Yac for man who lost life to karma
Man who lost life to drama ( yeah )
Hungry, man’s all offside Amaga
Catholics and man who rock that Shahada
Man gets money, boss life, Suprana.

Active ( active ), active ( yeah )
Strap’s got a nigga all activeee ( activeee )
Strap’s got a nigga all activeee ( all activeee )
Strap’s got a nigga all activeee ( activeee )
Mac’s got a nigga all active ( activeee )
Mac’s got a nigga all acting ( yeah )
Strap’s got a nigga all active ( all activeee )
My dog’s got a nigga bull mastiff.

I do my ting, I get it in
My name hold weight, I ain’t in the gym
I get it cracking, pull up on you with the ting
I back it out, no chattin’, let it ring, ring, ring, ring, ring like
Run up on a nigga like versuri-lyrics.info
Whistle got the corn going ( fff, fff, fff )
Niggas gettin’ slumped when I hop out the bush
I used to smoke niggas now I only smoke kush, fam f**k them ( that’s right )
Fam I got money, got money to make
My real niggas always get a slice of my cake
I’m talkin’ killers that was riding with me back in the days
Pack in the tray, get chased, slap at the Jakes
Cause man been known as a mad man
Big bad, Hollow from ‘Narm a real bad man
Real nigga killing the game yeah that’s gang gang
Fake yutes actin’ tough, they ain’t like that
Strap that, B’s and P’s yeah that’s gang signs
Lost friends, free the dargs doing mad time
Us man really ride ’bout that damn life
Life been mad for man, time to damn shine
Jetskis, turn your chicks into s*x freaks
Feds pre-pissed that they can’t arrest me
Seattle gold chillin’ on my neck-G
Big tun tun cause niggas can’t protect me
I’m gunning like I’m playing for Arsenal
I’m from A town, town my castle
Sick young bucks, big slugs, YGs will blast you
My block’s not a block to pass through
Been bangin’ my ting, letting it ring, making it sing
Had to kick down doors, they weren’t letting us in
Real niggas back in style, sit and watch us win ( that’s right )
I’m a price, Hollowman the king
That’s right.

Active ( active ), active ( yeah )
Strap’s got a nigga all activeee ( activeee )
Strap’s got a nigga all activeee ( all activeee )
Strap’s got a nigga all activee ( activeee )
Mac’s got a nigga all activeee ( activeee )
Mac’s got a nigga all acting ( yeah )
Strap’s got a nigga all activeee ( all activeee )
My dog’s got a niggaaa.
Sneakbo lyrics
Video Sneakbo


Towkio – Tear Drop (For Colors Berlin)


[Verse 1]
I wonder when it will stop
Promise I get so high
Have you ever seen God?
Have you ever seen God?
Wonder when it will stop
I take another pill until I feel hot
I up the dose, my tolerance on Woodstock
I wonder when it will stop
The cops, yeah they kill kids
Then act unfamiliar
Then cover up the case like it’s makeup concealer
Damn, why that hate so built up?
The truth is in your face, no filter
If we didn’t have this hip hop
How would we all get by?
Would we just move them Ziplocs?
Our only get rich plot
‘Fore all of them try to get mine
Until the day I flatline
My tía play that lottery I pray she win that jackpot
I wonder when it will stop
Someone call Dr. Philip
Tell ’em all those prescription bottles need to get filled up
Turning them into zombies in the street, no "Thriller"
Suppression ain’t the cure, something that they ain’t consider

[Hook]
I wonder when it will stop
Wonder when it will stop
Wonder if it will stop
I don’t think it will stop
World gone mad so for that I let a tear drop
World gone mad so for that I let a tear drop

[Verse 2]
I wonder when it will stop
One day I got so high
To the point I seen God
Fill my eyes with tear drops
I’m sitting on a gold mine
I learnt about the re-rock
We boom until it’s all gone and then we go and restock
I wonder if it will stop
They tell us that that door’s locked
So we gon’ kick it down, hit them stains like Chlorox
We out here and we on that
So picture it like Kodak
But no election, shorties out here asking where that pole at
They need that for protection
We pay for education
So who are you in debt with?
That money, if you make it
You probably have to hold back
So really you ain’t make shit
So tell me what’s the problem if we ever find time
I said I’m worth a whole life so I guess I made a killing
And if I made enough then I could pass on to my children
She tell me who’s the villain
Then why you got them chains on?
Same reason that I’m here tryna write the same song

[Hook]
I wonder when it will stop
Wonder when it will stop
Wonder if it will stop
I don’t think it will stop
World gone mad so for that I let a tear drop
World gone mad so for that I let a tear drop

[Verse 3]
For that I let these tears drop
Swear it’s been a long time
Let me let these tears dry
Now I’mma make this song cry
Lay it all on the line
Had to watch some friends pass
Man, that shit fuck me up
Turn me into Mad Max
And I got some homies out here tweaking off that Xanax
Amongst other products we import, sweat a jab like a grab bag
Damn, that shit fucking with my conscience
But that’s the price you pay when just tryna see that profit
I said wonder when it will stop
I swear that I’m a good guy
But to my girl I still lie
Until we say our goodbyes
So tell me who’s the victim
Don’t tell me ’bout statistics
They turn us to some numbers, then just add them to the system
And don’t tell me that we stuck here
Don’t tell me it’s just physics
Don’t tell me ’bout them problems
Just find a way to fix it
We doomed from the beginning
I know that makes us all scared
Really at this point I know that we do not belong here

[Hook]
I wonder when it will stop
Wonder when it will stop
Wonder if it will stop
I don’t think it will stop
World gone mad so for that I let a tear drop
World gone mad so for that I let a tear drop


Rich Homie Quan – Replay (Uncensored)


[Intro]
Be quiet, RoRo
Yeah, this that shit here, man
Nigga gon’ feel, brah
You know what I’m sayin’, like
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man
I’m so content with the person I am
I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
Niggas a wannabe, niggas a drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These niggas actin’, these niggas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these niggas bastards
These niggas hatin’, these niggas leechin’
Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fuck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best nigga

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 2]
Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ nigga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone take for one of y’all niggas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these niggas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ nigga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these niggas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

[Bridge]
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay


JT Machinima – One Helluva Pair Lyrics


[Intro]
Dispatch, we are in pursuit of two hostile fugitives
One immensely obese brute accompanied by a scrawny peg-legged minion
Now, we have attempted peaceful negotiations here, but-
Wait, what’s this?
We’re picking up something on another frequency
Let me patch it through…

[Junkrat]
They call me Junkrat
I’m a violent rodent
I never use guns, but I like explosives
I’ll stop the payload with my remote (click)
It’s good news when I say “I’ve blown it”
I’m always laughin’ ‘cuz I’m always jokin’
Swipe me right on Tinder because I’m smokin’ hot
Probably ‘cuz I’m a pyro
My hair’s on fire, if you need a light though
I think aiming is overrated
Dynamite bombs are all I play with
It’s a perfect day for mayhem
Got a couple traps and it’s time I lay them
I’ve always got a leg up, mate
Send ya sky high where the weather’s great
That’s a rap, now that you all know me
Show some love for my psycho roadie

[Roadhog]
Shut up, Rat
I’m sick of your voice

[Junkrat]
I’m paying you well, you’ve got no choice
I’m a demo expert, sorry if I’m a little wired

[Roadhog]
I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t hired
I live in the fast lane, I’m not a boar
I’m the hog that the pigs never caught before
With a mask that you’ll never see me take off
Like Leatherface, straight outta Texas Chainsaw
Heavyweigh champ, a wasteland hulk

[Junkrat]
I won’t fat shame you, no need to sulk

[Roadhog]
I’m not a fatass, I’m on a bulk, you know
Shut up, Mad Max, you’re in my Thunderdome
I’ll hop on my Harley, spread some anarchy

[Junkrat]
Fry these buggers like shrimp on the barbie

[Roadhog]
You mess with me, and I’ll ruin you worse
Than Junkrat just did to this verse

[Junkrat]
Oh, don’t take it so personally, Roadhog

[Roadhog]
You just have to ruin everything

[Junkrat]
Well, I’ll agree on that one!
Ha ha ha ha!

[Hook]
Counting down to detonation
Hold your ground, eradication
Look around, it’s devestation
Lay to waste all of creation
Light the fuse, lock and load
Hit the juice, we’re on the road
The Rat and the Hog, one hell of a pair
We’re still not friends, but we are getting there

[Roadhog]
Really? ‘Cuz this is hardly a start
You’re just an obnoxious body to guard

[Junkrat]
But the money we’re makin’, the riches we’re takin’
The bonds that we’ve made

[Roadhog]
And the friendship we’re faking?
You’re too loud and it’s pissin’ me off
You smell roadkill and it’s makin’ me cough

[Junkrat]
Fire in the hole! I just saved your ass

[Roadhog]
Oh. Damn
Thanks, I guess
Still without me, you would never win

[Junkrat]
And who’s gonna help you, one of your chins?

[Roadhog]
Ha ha ha, okay Rat, I’ll give ya that one

[Junkrat]
Look, I squeezed a laugh out of the fat one

[Roadhog]
Here, take a burger
Looks like you need it

[Junkrat]
Thanks, Roadie
I’m surprised you didn’t eat it
I’m only joking, you’re used to taking flak

[Roadhog]
Hold your breath if you’re taking cover at my back

[Junkrat]
Oh God, not the toxic fumes
That’s when the gas mask really comes in use

[Roadhog]
It’s for radiation and preventing infection
The stank you smell is my indigestion

[Junkrat]
I could light a match by your ass
We’d all be on fire this entire match

[Roadhog]
And while you pester us, the rest of us are workin’
You’re not a junkrat, you’re a worthless vermin

[Junkrat]
Through defenses I’m blowin’ holes
Who you gonna call for zone control

[Roadhog]
Fine, but if you’re gonna help, be quiet

[Junkrat]
Hey, what’s on your meal plan? I wanna try it

[Roadhog]
Double decker burgers, filet mignon
I’ll blow out your brains if you say bacon

[Junkrat]
I guess that that one hits close to home

[Roadhog]
A little too close
You don’t even know

[Interlude]
I remember a field where the piggies would graze
‘Till the Omnics came in and all our nation was razed
Just thinking of bacon is heartache
A piece of me died on that dark day
Now I’m back on the road with no family or friends
I ride my cycle alone I guess this is how it ends
But wherever you go, I will follow
I’ll be by your side if you want, so
When the rubble subsides and the debris sweeps away
I’ll look into your eyes and I’ll know what you’ll say
We’re a two-man army stirring up anarchy
All our foes will be fried up just like shrimp on the barbie
Hop on my Harley, I want you in my sidecar
They’ve taken my leg, but it was you who took my heart
In a totally platonic way
Well, yes, that goes without saying
This is sufficiently awkward
Let’s continue our rampage

[Outro]
Hey, Junkrat
What is it, you old bugger?
If you tell anyone about that
About what? Us singin’ and all?
I will kill you
Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, mate
Lips are sealed


Section Boyz – Lock Arff (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)


Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know about lock arff?
Ayo likkle man
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Rifle a pop arff
‘Nough gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for the cyar
Bro got the sweets for the star
Man a rise and pop arff
Man’s champy get buss arff
That’s a shutdown lock arff
Man’s side road block arff
Man’ll knock your block arff
Bro took that top arff
There ain’t no time for no stop arffs
Mad brassiere get pop arff
Man a rise and pop arff
Fuck what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni’s coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
No rave tryna make papers
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes
But I see them haters hating
And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do road
I don’t need top up
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Everyting lock arff
Trap line pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal’s always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
Do it for my brother or mama
My white friend said that it’s pucker
Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
I ain’t into kissing, she could be a yucker
Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
In the trap with some young guns
Since young, been a wild bunch
Dum dums and shotgun
Big rack, she a hot one
Feds at the door, I’m on the third floor
Balcony, had to hop arff
Smoke ‘nough ganja like a Rasta
Phone kill like E. Honda
Bread more tryna make that butter
M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
Two shots from the dots, that’s dumb and dumber
High road get lock arff
Do it, then run arff
Hit it from the back, then I run arff
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I’m a shotta
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Man’ll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like semis and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man’s Timbs, my man tell a man what
Man’ll get everyting locked
Everyting locked, locked off
Movies, send a man in
T-house, send a man shop
Groupies send a man tings
Big acts send a man blocks
Two keys get a man robbed
Two keys get a man singed
2ps, chips in a box
Movies, clips, man watch
Doobies lit
Do by spit getting rocked
Man are real Don Dada
Old school like ragga
Man, I need them pounds and dollar
Run through green light, grasshopper
Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
Wan’ come get the room ram or the dagger
Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
When we do road, man haffi move proper
Everyting lit, every day lock arff
We getting lit, champagne pop arff
Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
Skank ting pop and them man runner
Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
Talk to the feds, got ‘nough man lock arff
Free TK, TY and RockOff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff


AJ Tracey – Final Flash


[Hook]
I’m on the block with the goons
Clientele on the Nokia
Saying "can I come soon?"
I’ll be there in two
I’m in the crib with the yat
She’s saying "look what I got for ya"
I want women and cash
Before the final flash
I’m on the block with the goons
Clientele on the Nokia
Saying "can I come soon?"
I’ll be there in two
I’m in the crib with the yat
She’s saying "look what I got for ya"
I want women and cash
Before the final flash

[Verse 1]
I’m onstage with the mandem
I’m backstage with an uckers
I’ll grab the heater off the mandem
And start move loose with it just like uckers
I’m VIP with the gang
I’m outside with a groupie
They got love for the gang
So I let ’em come back to the crib like a groupie
AJT, I live in this movie
Man’s got dresses, diamonds and rubies
Pagans tell their mates that they beef me
But when they see my grill, they just screw me
But they spud me
Dem man are scared, they heard we get ugly
Two man deep, with tints and that pumpy
Never been a victim, tings ah get dumpy
Yeah, yeah, it gets dirty
Dirty, bao-bao-bao, dirty
Opps dem really wanna see me get thirty
But my young niggas are honoured to get dirty
I’m certi’, verified certi’
So they had to give me that tick pon Twitter
My EP, that’s a timeless classic
Your EP just got dashed in the litter
Got stepped on like coco, peaker
Your flow’s weak but your bredrins weaker
I’ll never play your trash on my phone
Let alone from my brand new KRK speaker
In this UK ting, I’m a young leader
You’re a leech, mosquito and feeder
If you’re big man like 30
And you ain’t going nowhere, then you won’t get a feature

[Hook]
I’m on the block with the goons
Clientele on the Nokia
Saying "can I come soon?"
I’ll be there in two
I’m in the crib with the yat
She’s saying "look what I got for ya"
I want women and cash
Before the final flash
I’m on the block with the goons
Clientele on the Nokia
Saying "can I come soon?"
I’ll be there in two
I’m in the crib with the yat
She’s saying "look what I got for ya"
I want women and cash
Before the final flash

[Verse 2]
Man said "Spirit Bomb" sounds like trap
Told man I’ll spit on anything that I like
I do dancehall, reggae or grime
And I’m still chilling in the trap with the press
Big up Merky ACE cuh Mad Max that
This is his flow, I ain’t even rhyming
I’m just spitting an eight bar on beat
It don’t even matter if you’ve got enough timing
Mash bare tings and give them all sliming
I like doggy but dem gyal ah like riding
If you’ve got a party and you invite man
Better know that my whole gang dem slide in
I do shows like ten man deep
I ain’t talking ’bout sex when I say we’ve got pipes in
We’ve got hoes in and we’re gonna toe dem
If you beef man, my bars, you best quote them
I’ve got power like Goten
I’ve got bars to leave your wig open
I chill in yards with rich white girls
Who love the black yout so I flow like token
Or I flow like Chris, cuh
Everybody hates me but my life’s cris
Cris like RiRi, cris like the champagne
AJ from the Lane’s on a next campaign
West 10, yeah, that’s the damn lane
Bruk up the wifey, give the girl back pain
And she’s told me that you got food on the low
And you’re moist so you know I hit that stain
In the manor, late night, doing footwork
Clientele looking like zombies
Tryna’ get the power-ups like COD
But the shots taking longer, got me here donkeys

[Hook]
I’m on the block with the goons
Clientele on the Nokia
Saying "can I come soon?"
I’ll be there in two
I’m in the crib with the yat
She’s saying "look what I got for ya"
I want women and cash
Before the final flash
I’m on the block with the goons
Clientele on the Nokia
Saying "can I come soon?"
I’ll be there in two
I’m in the crib with the yat
She’s saying "look what I got for ya"
I want women and cash
Before the final flash


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