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joe $cott - bakugo lyrics

{intro: bakugo and all might}
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[verse 1]
i’m as cold as rich the kid’s new freezer
my bars k!ll don’t even need a heater
but i keep my mind sharp like a meat cleaver
on some “f-ck you sh-t,” that’s my demeanor
i’m the qb, you’re wide receiver
you the student, i’m the teacher
you the sinner, i’m the preacher
in other words you follow while i’m a leader
didn’t want to explain it but n-gg-s be stupid
you against me? foregone conclusion
hit em in the eye, optical illusion
i rap and produce that’s a dragon ball fusion
but don’t get it twisted, i know i’m not popping
make the city go mad like i’m from compton
from rock bottom you can only go up
n-gg-s act slick but their sh-t doesn’t fly over the pilot
you could be in the matrix and still wouldn’t have good timing
and i’m mike vic, beware if you a b-tch, you love wack sh-t but hate when you ain’t enlightened
but my sh-t is the bible, i give all these verses
my version is me verse the world and i’m versed in these sermons
it all comes to p-ss when i’m certain the rocks on my neck will really determine
my place in the game and whether my name is cemented like the words on a grave
don’t want to play the white man’s games and feel trash without a chain
so through both tapes i made you feel my pain like you were a n-gg- named nagato
until the day i blow up and they name a n-gg- bakugo

[hook]
ya’ll n-gg-s useless, you be steady watching though
can’t wait to blow up, name a n-gg- bakugo
ya’ll n-gg-s useless, you be steady watching though
can’t wait to blow up, name a n-gg- bakugo

[verse 2]
n-gg-s only bunt because they’re scared to swing
i’ll hit a home-run, carry the team
oh wait? that’s me but i don’t care no more
i’m a bridge with no rope, i don’t support
all i need is war, i don’t need peace
people speak their piece with a loaded piece
if we’re gonna converse with weaponry, turn you to nagasaki this century
i only want the platinum and diamonds
f-ck the midas touch, my mic is iron
kick you down the ladder that you try and climb and
this a death-match, we’ll see who’s surviving
actually, no we won’t
i don’t mean to boast, picture this like an i-g post
you can be the reaper after my soul and i’ll still turn you n-gg-s ghost
gotta be braggadocios in this, what do most people expect?
n-gg-s coast on a slippery slope and i have to go intercept them at x
but ya’ll been comatose from a dose for a minute though, but i get it so you n-gg-s can rest
all my dawgs call me “cujo,” a way to k!ll is what i possess
and i just guess my energy has been misdirected
instead of doing what i wanted,i was trying to meet your checklist
but i’m the original the rest follow a template
it’s j-o-e, s-c-o double t, ’til i od or d-i-e, n-body better
i’m like bakugo, when you’re the best you don’t control your temper
yah

- joe cott lyrics

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