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the fatal sling - warped lyrics

[verse 1: the fatal sling]
warping through time and sp-ce
with my homies, pop a perc
i’m quite f-cking lazy
i’m an ace
gonna hit you with a mace
in the face
whoah, what this?
got a hoe, sucking on your toe
but still you don’t know
what to do or how to do
b-tch, i’m close to a lyrical g*nius
i’m a lyricist!
i spit with flow, and already know
but who the f-ck are you
what are you tryna do
b-tch you think you are the new 2pac
but your a, phony with a fake -ss 6 pack
think you can rap
b-tch take a step back
now watch a king mount his throne
bet your girl wanna come and bone
she can get jiggy with this beat
related to this meat
rap about some b-tches, hey
that sh-ts pretty neat
i’m just counting down till you declare defeat

[chorus 1: the fatal sling]
i’m just warping
i’m warping
i’m just warping
i’m warping
i’m just warping
i’m warping
i’m just warping
i’m warping
warp up in a coupe
not a f-cking chicken coupe
ain’t collecting eggs man, cheese is where it’s at
salute, and tilt the hat
this boy ain’t getting fat, just check out my 6 pack
ay ay ay ay!
on the street, that’s where it’s at
homies mixing lean, but i’m all clean
that’s true
that’s true
smoking on gorilla glue
yellow diamond pikachu
and my shooters pew pew
we coming straight for you!
sike, b-tch!
this sh-t is sweden, we ain’t got no license
18 to drive what the f-ck is all this nonsense?
what the f-ck is all this nonsense?

[verse 2: the vertex]
i’m warped
i’m warped
i’m warped
i’m warped
the goal never changes, even though my focus faded
popping on the xan, with yo b-tches on the daily
new whip mercedes
thick b-tch caucasian
running up a cheque, then i’m moving far away, yeah
i ain’t ever sleep, cause i be working in my dreams
i ain’t got time for no beef, cause i be chasing h-lla cheese
yo b-tch sucking on my d, but she ain’t get no kiss from me
yo b-tch warping every week, cause she always slipping beans
my whip be mad clean, and i ain’t pay no rental fee
moving to the tropics, cause i ain’t bout the bullsh-t
and my boys finna sip that lean, big shaq smoke some trees
yeah

[verse 3: the fatal sling]
that was vertex
and a vortex
he tell you just what to do
be wearing on a gucci shoe
feeding you some china food
b-tch i travel through time and sp-ce
when i play cards i get a f-cking ace of spades
burn your sh-t up just like hades
and a new piece
got a new piece
fry you sh-t just like a laser beam
give your b-tch some cream
do you wants some whipped cream, man
gonna hit you with a frying pan
or finna eat some pills just like pac man
oh f-cking snap man
you work as a trash man
how you think you gonna run up on me man?
sippin from a soda can
sippin from a foam cup
gonna spilice a genome
gonna hit home
when i pull up with this whip in full f-cking chrome
when i pull up with this whip in full f-cking chrome

[chorus 2: the fatal sling]
i’m just warping
i’m warping
i’m just warping
i’m warping
i’m just warping
i’m warping
i’m just warping
i’m warping
warp up in a coupe
not a f-cking chicken coupe
ain’t collecting eggs man, cheese is where it’s at
salute and tilt the hat
this boy ain’t getting fat, just check out my 6 pack
ay!

- the fatal sling lyrics

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