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martian - oh really (ft. ayhay) lyrics

[verse 1: martian]
i’m about to f-ck the game up coz i got bored
and if i win the sh-t i’m f-cking up the game some more
and if i lose then i’ma table flip the f-cking bored and
punch your granny out because she wouldn’t change the f-cking score

k!ll em effortlessly, but still put effort in
night driving on mdma and pseudo ephedrine
all these other rappers are just rats in my experiment
i sn-tch the next specimen administer the sedative

rappers wanna contest they don’t know the sh-t they’re stepping in
nah that’s like tryna out moustache some mexicans
nah that’s like tryna out skinny anorexic kids
or tryna be a man of steal standing next to lexington

no you don’t wanna grab coop in a bad mood
i’ll rub your eyes with hands covered in shampoo
you on that fake sh-t, now thats a sham-poo
i’ll leave you panda eyed when i swing with a stick of bamboo

[verse 2: ayhay]
you better dam move or you’re gonna face death
so f-cking ill aids gets an ayhay test
grade a s-x i don’t gotta impress her
forget lifting weights cracker i’ll just d-ck press her

nearly 30 but still living at my mums house
so if you wanna bang let me make sure that my mums
yo it hurts my soul, i was certain yo
out of all my bl–dy friends i’d be first to blow

but instead i’m humping midgets at a circus show
doing lines of c-ke mixed with motherf-cking birth control
(some good sh-t) russian roulette with 6 bullets
talking to myself like don’t be a b-tch pull it

bang, blood splattered like a saw movie
you never met someone more loony
your girl home with a sore booty
courtesy of yours truly

[verse 3: martian/ayhay]
[martian]
i keep such an open mind
but thats so i can take my brain out to try and fit more c-ke inside
come across me and your day could turn worse
sh-t i could set myself on fire and you’d still catch the burn first
[ayhay]
i got this game under lock and key
no stopping me your girls a fan all i drop is heat
shes back at mine for some proper d
f-ck doing shots of vodka we’re doing shots of bleach

[martian]
nah i’ll show up to your cubicle dressed for a funeral
in a suit and all and pull my ak and shoot em all
you can catch me at the after party
i’ll be doing lines off your ex like a bunch of roman numerals
[ayhay]
snorting till my nose like skeletors
theres not enough groupies in this b-tch let in more
if they ain’t down to bang tell me why we met her for (metaphor)
when i die to the lowest bid i sell my corpse
[martian]
well last night i was on shrooms
f-cked your mum and told your dad to find a new room
and i don’t care if it’s too soon
i’ll f-ck a pregnant b-tch so bad that the babies gonna have to find a new womb

- martian lyrics

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