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kerser - no fucken with me now lyrics

[intro: kerser]
yeah
kerser
the sickest
[?]
f-ck
hide your girlfriend
charlie sheen and this sh-t
champion, the best and the great
the greatest, the god, the machine, the king, the murderer
the bomb smoker, the prince, the purse sn-tcher
the master, royalty too
you can’t f-ck with me now

[verse 1: kerser]
understand what i’m doin’ right now
got it down in your town with a sound that is ground
breakin’, takin’ any situation
make men hate and then drown antic-p-tion
i’ve arrived; what, you didn’t know so?
here, take a photo, use it as a logo
don’t go runnin’ ‘round actin’ h-m-
diss me in a track then you must need the promo
i’m the cocaine, market me
in oz hip-hop, i’m the f-ckin’ charlie sheen
got these heads p-ssed off ‘cause i’m p-ssin’ by
dot on the top ‘cause the half of i
think about it, use your brain
if i’m one of a kind, then who’s the same
i know who you know, they like me better
get me f-cked up yeah, write whatever
you never met a motherf-cker right like me
i’ll pay fifty grand for a signed id
might be the fact that i’m so sick
might leave you smacked chaps and [?]

[hook: anthony “rats” mccarthy]
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now

[verse 2: kerser]
you wouldn’t have a clue what i do in the booth
what i do is the truth, what i do, bulletproof
can’t be touched, i won’t laugh at c-nts
tryin’ to do what i do but they half of us
nah, wait, not even, i hate your team
and i’m a major prophet, you break it even
rackin’ up a line in a penthouse b-tch
in a spa with a wine then i get found sick
i’m the sickest [?] vicious
rolled into one, yeah, this what the sh-t is
rip this every time that i bust
when i’m rhymin’, i must [?] c-nt
snap you in the face with the back of my hair
then i slap you in the front then the back again
i used to have it clean now there’s drugs in the way
and i’m f-cked in the brain but i bust it insane
every time i write, yep, f-ckin’ heaps more
k!ll it on the beat, nebs on the keyboard
saddy packed and the xannies stashed
with a rack of gas and my hatchet dacked

[hook: anthony “rats” mccarthy]
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now

[verse 3: kerser]
heard they done it, yeah, they done it and they did wrong
tried to f-ck around, i’m sittin’ with a lit bong
seen a lot of other rappers try to f-ck with
what i do, what i do and it’s done, sick
i love myself and let the haters hate
‘cause today, the haters hate and they fade away
abk, that’s the team that i play for
scribble down the rhymes that i write on the a4
piece of paper, here’s the hater
jealous motherf-cker, yeah, see you later
grabbed the kid by the neck and said “listen”
then he started p-ssin’ before i could spit man
heard it lad and it’s probably true
what i got to do just to pop a few
[?] tablets, never really had sh-t
now i want it all, stuck your face on your backflip
that’s it, yeah, i’m the man, mate
don’t believe me, pay a visit to my fan base
d-mn straight, we can leave it at that
in the limousine lad, with me in the back

[hook: anthony “rats” mccarthy]
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now
there’s no f-ckin’ with me now

- kerser lyrics

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