Lyrics
{Verse 1: Bernz]
Can’t use your weapons, no flexin'
That steel is rust around here
Ask the right questions and then make sure to stay clear
Ain’t got no message, no bredren, no tears for all my peers
Fireworks for them higher works, or them dieters are in fear
You can’t contest with, this next shit
I’m a traveler ahead of my years
My perspective is septic, and it’ll burn right through your veneers
Disrespect it and get checked with that style everybody wanna hear
Your developments arrested, then invested, and these sounds we commandeer!
Steer clear of the fake shit
Drown 'em all, all around these bases
I’m a cynic and I lost my patience, world’s too invasive
Kill 'em all, cook 'em raw
No hands-out if their hands are gone
Prop me off to go sing them songs
And I’m jumping sharks next to the Fonz
This tenant’s gone, took rent and all
You ain’t a landlord, you’re the super
I’m a dragon, stabbin' at your woman’s wagon, King Koopa
And it’s hoopla, but I’m pretty sure you’re leaving here with sutures
We the Morse-code, you the short joke
We force close and reboot ya
Used the future plan, famine
Made me change the plan, fuck 'em
Been a ruckus to Rikers
Light em up til these eggs spill from these lighters
Tight wires, over man-made fires
And the flames are getting higher
Should I jump? Turn around once?
Or stick 'em all up with my brand new stun gun?
[Hook}
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This is a Stun Gun Stickup!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hit the decks!
Hey! Hey!
This is a Stun Gun Stickup
Hey! Hey!
This is a Stun Gun Stickup
{Verse 2: Wrekonize]
Capture vats of alabaster from these chapters
P.T. Barnum, Bailey master
Punch the wall, grab my balls, spit on any coming after
I heard your favorite rapper, he’s a corny ass disaster
His rhymes deserve a soapy lather, Penn State the bastard
Faster goin' plaster
Tar and feather up yo master
Blast a hole the size as Kansas is where theses Snake and Bats will catch ya
Mind your head, your movements came and went
You crashed but left no dents
You left no evidence!
And ever since the medic rinsed the blood off of my paws
It’s been better prints
Shit, it’s been heaven since I met a grinch down in the cellar stench
Liable to the vinyl so she presses every second inch
I’ll let her get Wrek in a pinch to see the eager beaver flinch
She a witch doctor, Octopussy, Bang Bang Boogie
Smokin' Doobie Howsers
No booby traps for cowards
Bark at an alpha dogs twice my size on off hours
Shoot for the stars with missiles and advanced firepower
Shower me with flowers
Good God-damn, I’m so high
In a world where guns are plenty so you man up or die
Well I guess this ain’t my cue because I can’t fold or fly
Huh, should I jump? Turn around once?
Or stick 'em all up with my brand new stun gun?
[Hook}
Hey! Hey!
This is a Stun Gun Stickup!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hit the decks!
Hey! Hey!
This is a Stun Gun Stickup
Hey! Hey!
This is a Stun Gun Stickup