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frankie krupnik - microphone fiend lyrics

he’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team
he’s a microphone fiend
what the f-ck you mean? what the f-ck you mean?

eh yo, supercalifragilisticexpiali-dope sh-t
frankie make your serotonin levels over flow (b-tch)
catch me on my m-th-f-ckin couch, that’s where i’m posted
before my song went viral all my talents went unnoticed
but listen, i don’t do this for the haters
i retired back in 13’, now i’m back on the scene
droppin mean 16’s, tiger’s blood like i’m sheen
they say the kid is so f-ckin sick he should be quarantined (uh)
but i’m the best who’s ever done it
get up on the beat and stone cold stun that m-th-f-ckin
(yo) i used to stay blunted every day of the week
now i just sip liquor till i can’t speak
so practice what you preach (b-tch)
and you reap what you sow
p-ss me the f-ckin 40 ounce of o.e
frankie guaranteed to make hand slap knee
i should be mvp of these underground mc’s

all black tracksuit, wife-beater and a gold chain
i ain’t never touch that cocaine but frankie so dope man
in the cut like the dope man
papi came over on the boat, that’s no m-th-f-ckin joke man
and i don’t like to boast, but i’m the f-ckin best
catch me shirtless, chest hair poppin out the vest
they say i look like a young joey bats (b-tch)
perhaps i deserve plaques for my raps (b-tch)
i’m like jason with the axe
body bag the track, turn the evidence to ash
half man, half incinerator
b-tch you been a hater
frankie kicking mad flavour in your ear
nothing but that top tier flow
hit the deer with a spear, f-ck a bow
sear that m-th-f-cka in the sk!llet (hoe)
b-tch i’m gnarly, sip the barley til my eyes hardly open
i maneuver like a marlin in the ocean

he’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team
frankie so fresh, spit that listerine, he’s so clean
he’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team
frankie so fresh
he’s a microphone fiend
he’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team
frankie so fresh, spit that listerine, he’s so clean
he’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team
what the f-ck you mean?
he’s a microphone fiend

- frankie krupnik lyrics

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