Falcon Punch

[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts (Yeah)
Who you doubtin', us? You actin’ childish bruh (Come on)
I'm talkin’ to ya baby mama, and she down to fuck (Bitch)
Ayo 6, hit this nigga with the Galick Gun
I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns (That shit was ass)
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts (Take that)
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut (Nigga hush!)
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
(Don't fuck around) Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch (Let's go)

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
I went Super Saiyan Filth, you don't know that form (Yeah)
I'm hard as Leisure Suit Larry in a co-ed dorm
When my eyes glow red boy you know that's war (You know what time it is)
I’ll leave the fuckin' Hydra with no heads on (Nigga)
Bitch I'm Crash with the jetpack, I jet fast across the stage
Solid Snake makin’ ya neck snap, you Johnny Cage (Suckers)
Nigga I'm Shao Khan and I’m dickin’ down songs
With Sephiroth’s sword, its ‘bout a mile long
I got a military bitch with a largе TEC
A bird with a stick, that shit is Far Fetch’d
Ain't no competition left for mе to fight against
You gon’ see a shark bite a Goldeen type of fish
I heard yo mama love eatin’ protein sausages (Bitch)
Swallowin' more chili dogs than Team Sonic is (God damn)
I got the same hidden strength a dope fiend harnesses (What)
You gon' need seven lights and thirteen darknesses (Come on)
Just to rap as strong, I got jagged horns (Uh huh)
I'm the dragon born, you just a Capricorn (Nigga)
I'm sendin' niggas to the clouds like Datadog
When I take Barret’s cannon arm and attach it on (Yeah)

[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts (Yeah)
Who you doubtin', us? You actin’ childish bruh (Kids)
I'm talkin’ to ya baby mama, and she down to fuck (She with it)
Ayo 6, hit this nigga with the Galick Gun
I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns (Yeah, I heard it)
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts (Sit down)
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
(Don't fuck around) Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch

[Verse 2: Seuss Mace]
Heard yo baby mama got me on replay
I’m about to bend it over and beat it up like I was CJ, GTA
Grand Theft Asshole, your wife let me Smash Bro
She left cum sliding down my pipe like Mario, sad bro
Sad to know that that’s what yo woman’s really on
When I’m clappin’ the cheeks I'ma tag G-Mo Skee in like Diddy Kong
She said my dick is really long
Dig-Duggin’ it, shut the club up like Galaga
I use to skip Algebra to smoke weed and play X-Kaliber
On NES, if any flex too hard they meet the caliber
Seuss Mace be the final boss not a miscellaneous challenger
And a homicidal maniac with yo death date on my calendar
Even if she look like Bowser, I get the top and throw a towel at her
Motherfucker try to cross me like Frogger they end up road kill
Fuckin' the frog’s widow, she bitin’ the pillow because this toad ill
Servin’ great dick in 8 Bit like a motherfuckin' Tamagotchi
Jump in the pussy and beat a nigga’s ass lookin’ like Heihachi
Yoshimitsu how she jumpin’ on my sword with efficiency
I call her Zelda, when she comes around my Link’s Awakening
I been around a minute so I play the game with proficiency
If you get outta pocket you’ll need an orthodontist for teeth straightening, 'cause ah

[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts (Yeah)
Who you doubtin', us? You actin’ childish bruh (Come on)
I'm talkin’ to ya baby mama, and she down to fuck (She with it)
Ayo 6, hit this nigga with the Galick Gun
I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns (That shit was ass)
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts (Sit down)
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
(Don't fuck around) Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch (Let's go)

[Verse 3: UBI]
You can either rock hard or stay soft
How many pop stars top charts then fade off?
They not far from laid off
Workin’ like a slave then I jot bars on days off
Snappin’ like a zombie when they chop arms and legs off
A lot of winners losin', might have fought hard but they lost
Organized confusion yeah we not far from chaos
Pop a round, aimin’ at me miss, heard he way off
Crooks cookin’ books look legit, Bernie Madoff
Bitchin’ bout the boss but they ain't tryin’ to pay the cost
In the kitchen talkin’ shit, they ain't tryin’ to make a sauce
Wrestlin’ with rascals is a hassle like David Hoff
Deadly like a Romanov, take 'em back to Ravenloft
Runnin’ for their wretched life, they cannot escape the fog
I may be odd, either way it goes you gotta pay me God
You are now inside the house of the rising sun
Run and hide, none survive the flood when Poseidon come
I lick a shot without a bit of stress, hit direct
With the coordination of Chrono Trigger triple techs
Ocelot revolver body droppin’ count 'em up
Knock 'em down, power up and hit em with the Falcon Punch

[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts
Who you doubtin', us? You actin’ childish bruh (Come on)
I'm talkin’ to ya baby mama, and she down to fuck (She with it)
Ayo 6, hit this nigga with the Galick Gun
I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns (That shit was ass)
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts (Sit down)
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch (Woo)
Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch
(Don't fuck around) Catch a Falcon Punch
You gon' fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch (Let's go)