dre knox – goosebumps lyrics
i get those gooseb-mps every time
when i b-mp my own sh-t
seems like the games running low on voltage
but don’t trip, dre’s packing double dosage
got em turning heads
can hear their neck bones click
your domes thick
word to ne-yo i’m so sick
not the type of person to be left alone with
twenty-one years old
with ambition and some goals
ammunition in my flows
to expose your whole clique
i’m back
this is a new era
looking like the crowns got a new wearer
hear the lies in your rhymes, homie show us proof
see i rap like i took a shot of truth serum
check the warning, i ain’t playing wit yall
see there’s pain involved
my minds as sharp as a chainsaw
upgraded when i replace all the blades and razors
with the fangs of jaws
dk’s on his diss sh-t again
i’ll sh-t on these artists and p-ss on the game
stealing my shine with that fake sh-t
had me wondering why no one would mention my name
maybe i should rap about the pigs and my “gang”
do you know many more hits i would gain?
but i’ve got no stories
only reason i got pepper sprayed by a cop
is cos the b-tch couldn’t aim
all of these wannabes
on to me
see for yall those are impossible odds to beat
you don’t wanna beef
cos when i’m off the leash
you become obsolete
because the fobs a beast
2 stacks to rap
who said talk is cheap?
crucify you twice for double-crossing me
pardon me
for lifting the bar up
higher than the buzz you fiends
receive from ganja leaves
and i’m on one bruh
feel like i’ma hyperventilate
how the f-ck can you claim your sh-ts raw
when i’m out here spitting like triple h
and onlines full of these drake pretenders
faking accents and taking credit
starting songs with “uh yeah”
just b-tches with no-b-lls, yall caitlyn jenners
calling me out man you finna regret it
i’m k!lling this challenge with minimum effort
props to to enzie
causing frenzies
got me spilling my sins, i need god to cleanse me
live from sydney, but i rep the 0-4
tryna be the savior they hoped for
gimmie any beat and i’ll murder that sh-t
thats just what the homeboys known for
knox
told you that i’m packing double-dosage
pray to god, cos the bars getting hard to cope with
all of my enemies that were tryna get rid of me
from the beginning
are tripping like they tryna befriend me
want a percentage of anything
cos they heard that i’m murdering
b-tch you got nothing to offer
but that negative energy
i’m the murderer of any beat
“mr. lift-rappers-twenty-feet”
k!lling your whole legacy
memories in a cemetery
any line that you try ain’t work
got em wishing they could re-write they verse
it’s a mind game and i don’t think this sh-ts fair
he say he k!lled his verse… b-tch where?
rewind and yall be in the booth and stumped
i never truce but its new zealand music month
so loosen up, pour all the booze in cups
excuse the pun, but truth is this goose can b-mp
so duck, when you hear i’m on my sh-t
i don’t f-ck with that weak sh-t, get off my d-ck
b-tch
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