Andrew Kelley - The Archer текст песни

One two, one two!
Turn me all the way to fuck-up!
Lets go!

Killer scent just came home!
Shout out to the risen!
My physical power's safer!
Love boy! Ya!

Yo, they call me the drama starter, heart stopper,
Lama popper, I got you!
Gangster impostors, calling the coppers, and ducking the rockets.
Optic, digging my pocket, cock it, empty your block, Bitch, you hear me?
The semi toxic, like, Remy that's rockless
Have you swiveled up and shot, said, no screaming, I'm shot, shit
Like Pusha-T and Mallice, motherfucker, I got clips!
And shells that'll lock lips for kicking that Pac shit
Then slam through your body like they stuck in the mosh pit
I'm born again, rebel in the flesh, do it to the death
Bleed heat, meaning I won't rest, til I'm fluid less
Niggers be like 'yo, you the best', nah, I'm just one of them!
These faggot ass rappers be running, like I pulled the gun at them
Call me daddy, I'm sunning them, bad, burnt badly
Sign suckers up for Gangsta Academy, so they mad at me
A g check, reject quick, demand my respect.
Like D-Set, made bird nigger's dip, I clear your p-jets
Yeah, your boy sweet techs, not steps, head shot
See neck, knees, chest, long as them bullets meet flesh
You subpoena to meet death, Killer did it and beat death
I dance with the devil, right now I'm letting my feet rest.
Talk a tough, go bonkers or bust in a monstrous conquerors crush.
Comp to dust, fuck a niggers sponsors up
Diamond cut rhyming in my prime, blind a miner
Steady digging in my styles for one liners, none finer
Ensign a compromise, word bond and brothers honor mine
Sorta like spans, like Father Time, hard to find
Another artist that go hard as I, and I got a heart divine.
Read niggers like march of dime rappers, don't get shot for trying!
Everybody wanna shine, my fire one of a kind
Inspire brothers to rhyme, soon as I utter a line
Gun ho, Mighty Joe Young blow, gorilla bars
Killer far from a corner, dying amongst the realest stars
Known for giving niggers scars, goon work, my wombs search in twos.
Inserted in your private parts, you can die tomorrow,
Better yet today, you better pray for better ways to get away,
When my Beretta spray, I'm known for giving lead away
Young fuckers the head of gray, here's man, I swear
I can send you to a better place, where nobody can set a trace,
And tears for you cheers, throw your hands til your shots fired,
And rot in peace 'till y'all police lovers rocking wires.