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alfred - kick itt - remix lyrics

(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 f-ck 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 sh-t coming, to call you brain damaged would be an insult to r-t-rds
no offense to those born into it, but yes offense to haters!
my verses create craters, i serve ya f-cks 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’ p-ss, i crash into the m-ss
you rig it and i stand in front of the camera, like i wear a wig
my hair is forever, f-ck there, and again rhymes are cigs
now i’m back k!lling 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)
f-ckety-f-ck
all y’all new rappers suckety-suck
dethrone the king? good luckety-luck
stop talking sh-t, 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 -ss
order cash = order m-sses to wanna flash yo stash
ya sh-t, don’t rush it, i putin work like russian
what’s the deal with these douches in the bushes, y’all are sh-t, 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 p-ssy, i am veteran k!ller rookie
better than yo favorite, you dig?
making and k!lling 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 sh-t
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 he-rs- from lamborghini
b-tch!

(hook)
write new hits every sunday…

- alfred lyrics

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