morgan (usa) – periodic table freestyle lyrics
[freestyle: morgan]
my teams group one i roll with lithium
your teams group two with beryllium
and if i ever make a million…
i’m gonna’ buy a billion tonne of iron and start k!llin’ ‘um
and now i see your -n-l’ done, being bashed by uranium
i got told to hit you with this golf club, compliments of t-tanium
you see i’m not one to f-ck with, ’cause when morgan’s done…
you’re gonna’ see more than morgan’s c-m
my one’s a gun; four by four you’re done when i shoot some seaborgium
don’t you think it’s ironic i’m flying to la smuggling all this californium
so someone tell einstein i fount some einsteinium
now there’s a fine line of being on my time…hold up pr-ck
yeah you may have gold in that rolex, but its corroding b-tch
other than h2o what’s make holy water holy, sh-t?
i don’t know? get the bible out and open it
so whatever is happening…
i’m tryna’ sell a million records, i believe that’s platinum
if all fails i’m gonna’ become a robber, and take jars of pickles
running away from the copper, ’cause i’m nicking all his nickel
so who needs a b-tch? i bully little kids…
by taking the zinc from their weet-a-bix
so take your pick from the mango-trees
he spoke j-panese, but i spoke that hard language of manganese
going hand-in-hand when i -ssault
packing that metal for a drive-by in my chevrolet cobalt
your presence is pointless like mcdonald’s without salt
tryna’ take my ink you better fight with the octopus
your metal-money went into liquidation…
now you’re swallowing gallons of gallium destroying your oesophagus
i’m that eagle with talons made of thallium embroided in your pockets bruv’
i’m managing to keep on damaging that danger in my optical
unwrapping these packets of laxatives ’cause i’m sh-tting on your obstacles
be nosey, smell my sh-t and get your noses in
lemme’ fly to pluto in a rocket made outta’ plutonium
they asked what my nationality was and i told ’em europium
these europeans are jealous ’cause my car is sitting on 20″ chromium
so if it’s real beef you know i got them steel t–th with the bite of a doberman
then it’s over son, and now i start seizing ’em
let’s be funny, i went to italy and got a collar made from cesium
get it? colosseum, why you not laughing? you hollow-being
let me brake this gl-ss off the wall till you start hearing bottles screeching
and run up in the club shooting 44′ magnum till you see models screaming
then preventing ’em…
to escape, just to let ’em know i’m a bad boy like will smith and martin lawrencium
but just to k!ll this tension though, your rap sh-t is old, its time to claim your pension bro’
you’re losing all the function, its best to quit now before you get made-redundant
no one does what i do, i can get emotional like you’ve dipped your eyes in onions
i’ve been special from being a young one, i’m the male matilda
but sometimes i get pilled-up, and fantasise about the girl off 90210 named silver
but i doubt i’d win, curl her up in them silk sheets ‘n, suck them t-ts till milk bleeds
no wonder momma’s always nagging on about bl–dy calcium!
you ain’t hard…
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