Kick Itt - Remix

(Intro)
Wait, no, no. A slower version of Kick Itt? But, but, it's already 4 minutes, uh, wh, uh
Are you rarted?
Shut the fuck up!
Did you really have to slap me?

(Verse 1)
All hail like Liberian
Fear my chaos like librarian
Like a feral ani-human I morph, aquimilate moneys fast like Keemstar
Can’t see my shit coming, to call you brain damaged would be an insult to retards
No offense to those born into it, but yes offense to haters!
My verses create craters, I serve ya fucks like waiters
I got data like a beta proving a point
And I alpha-bet you can’t step to me, fire like a doink
My voice a flammable instrument, the beat is a match
I match my descriptions, crack doubters’ skulls, you’re wack but sticky, I got attached
The magic happens and wack rappers pack their bags
Fads gon’ pass, I crash into the mass
You rig it and I stand in front of the camera, like I wear a wig
My hair is forever, fuck there, and again rhymes are cigs
Now I’m back killing beats like never before, cause I’m wicked
Better than you and better than ever when I kick it!

(Hook)
Write new hits every Sunday, chocolate rain
This is how we do when I rock the game
Beating me? Good luck, you lame
Stay in your lane while I make a bigger frame
For the big picture it don't look the same
When I kick it like Bruce Lee
When I got my beat ready, I go insane, usually

(Post-chorus)
Fuckety-fuck
All y’all new rappers suckety-suck
Dethrone the king? Good luckety-luck
Stop talking shit, enough is enough is e..

(Verse 2)
Same beat but better
Flame it again like beretta
Cheddar being thrown in my lap cuz I’ll rap ‘till I become a certified bread getter, wetter
Than the ocean, I am the one (Sauce!)
Yaint gettin dough yaint gettin’ anacondas
Biting your style, you’re lucky to be a boring ass
Order cash = order masses to wanna flash yo stash
Ya shit, don’t rush it, I Putin work like Russian
What’s the deal with these douches in the bushes, y’all are shit, I’ll be flushin
Much of the love is cuz of views
Cuz I do rap faster than Maserati engine, lyrical karate when
I do kick it like Bruce Lee
I am the best one out, you see
I know very well who I am, Juicy
You’re a pussy, I am veteran killer rookie
Better than yo favorite, you dig?
Making and killing beats is my routine
Protect yo neck like Wu-Tang Clan
Cuz my flows are hotter than a jacuzzi
Lyrical uzi
Use it to rip shit
And once again Mr. Alf Red kicks it
R.I.P
I’ll be me
‘Til the day my body’s carried away in a hearse from Lamborghini
Bitch!

(Hook)
Write new hits every sunday...