A Kiss (Remix)

(Kirk)
You really think that we wouldn’t bring the heat on a BME beat?
It was hard to resist
Me and Asa treat the beat like a freak
That I’d meet every other week
At the bar that I hit
Raw doggin’ it sloppy as shit
When I’m top of this bitch, and it don’t stop ’til we switch-

(Asa)
-then I’m gonna dip
Cuz it’s obvious there’s not a chick I’m fit to get monogonous with
Saying you got women is an illusion
Saying you womanize, that’s an optical trick

(Kirk)
And then you’ll know dude’s from Houston because once we screw, then I’m a chop the li'l bitch

(Asa)
I’m gonna chop it up ‘cause I’m obnoxious and noxious
You knockin' us?
You innocuous
I’m not knockin' you
But I’m not knockin your shit
Hope the hospice equipped-

(Kirk)
-cause you gonna need a hospital, quick
Nigga, lemme catch you poppin’ somе shit
I bet I’ll get the drop on you pricks likе a fuckin’ popsicle stick
You gon’ see how raw it’ll get-

(Asa)
-when we pop lead (you gon’)
You drop dead (like a)
Posthumous hit
Got the AK
Any one talkin’ that shit
The minute we spot you, we pick you off
So it’s gon get rash-

(Kirk)
-cause once pros get active
You get popped like a zit
Wtih sick emcees we sic emcees
And when equipped with the Fleece
We hit the beat
We’ll agree that your little team could put me to sleep
‘Cause if he sit and spit a free, we’d triple Z

(Asa)
You ain’t exhibiting authenticity
Dithering when you speak
Thinking I’m gonna be listening
So either zip it or fix that parseltongue
And address me with the correct delivery
When we meet-

(Kirk)
-do not start with me mothafuckas
You bound to be bound and bludgeoned
Out for blood
See you fall under pressure and
Swallow tongues as I watch
All of ya arteries rupture
It oughta be hard to recover
You’ll part from your Fathers/Mothers
Ain’t no dodging for cover
Alone, I could flay the game
Label KB Baby Wayne;
Tha Carter III Cover

(Asa)
Ain’t talking the song by Carter or Cardi B but bottom of my feet ‘bout to be mahogany colour
Because I’m gonna be stomping these suckers
Gonna have a foot in your mouth
That’s just some comedy for ya
Ain’t bound to resuscitate
I suffocate Tate ‘cause Tate caters to misogyny lovers
I raise my gun like my lethal weapon’s
A child; I call it D Glover
You forgot I’m insane, well then it might stick
When I pull out the thang I mean it might click-

(Kirk & Asa)
-and the shit might spray when it’s In my grip
Make my day I’ll extend my clip
You a person who’s lame in a fistfight with someone who’s personal trainer is M. Bison
My purpose is pay
If you get my drift, we work in the grave like a midnight shift
Got an M9 like when Bad’s fused with Evil
-you know my bullets got a way of getting through to people
Ring bells, then we spray shells through the peephole-
-and then we greenlit you like a movie sequel
You won’t get revenge because we mute any foe
The beat’s to me what a suit’s to superheroes
Our movement’s low-key like moving kilos
What we produce kills;
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