Lunar C - Crash Bandicoot lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lunar C] Yeah Back at these new rappers spin 'em like Crash Bandicoot Brag and you'll get flattened for having a bad attitude Rush the rich kids and take your fandangled gadgets too Let a fan dangle you off your dad's mansion roof Don't speak, I put my money where my mouth is And I ain't got no gold teeth We out here f** anybody that's doubtin', these strangers act like they know me I'm balls deep, big headed you're phony, synthetic Your flow's too easily ingested and only retards are impressed wid it I've been prepped for this, I was born ready Everything you aim for I did it already Mugs are all petty with their online squabbles I want the big figures like plus size models Too raw for you mugs to handle, can't say I'm not real pick another angle I'm rugby tackling the next arsehole who tells me I should go do another battle I'm in my own lane I'm not changing - gears I just wanna get a milli then I'm out All the kids at school used to say I'm - weird Cause I used to get my little willy out In the cla**, now the wonder how I made it - here In it for the penny, in it for the pounds Being that broke again's my greatest - fear Cause I'm coming from the bottom is a [?] [Hook - Lunar C] Don't believe all that bullsh** they let ya think That is really smoke and mirrors and clever editin' The best out, pound for pound I'll Tasmanian devil spin 'em round and round Goin' Crash Bandicoot on everythin' Goin' Crash Bandicoot on everythin' Goin' Crash Bandicoot on everythin' Goin' Crash Bandicoot on everythin' Goin' Crash Bandicoot on everythin' [Verse 2 - Minas] I'll [?] down the back avenue With a fat la** or two Goin' Crash Bandicoot cause she won't pa** the zoot (I'm faded) Eyes lower than a fat kangaroo Hotboxin' in the black Astra Coupe, young jam jam Damn, fam you messin' with the beefy thugs Special needs gen-i-us, Twenty inch pen-i-us So big that its got an extra letter in it Turn a b**h dyslexic when she get the di-dick The best that ever did it, Trill Roy been heavy Housewife holler at ya boy like my tea's ready Sirloin steak, medium rare Red wine with [??], salon quality hair, Trill Roy! [Hook - Lunar C] [Verse 3 - Chief Wigz] Goin' Crash Bandicoot on everythin' Mr crash mat, crack a [??] on my head again Tell a friend, yeah I'm sick no Benylin And when I'm skeleton I'll be more relevant than Edison Yeah, fresh no peppermint and baby rappers who test my team Ain't up to par with your sh** bit schemes [???] like you split both seems Wantin' me that b**h won't leave, fitted gold teeth (yeah yeah) Fifty fifty pound notes in the home where I sleep Been there and done what you're trying to a-cheive Balls deep in everything I do I tried to go yea I tried to - leave Booked three or few in Timbuktu Cold ill motherf**er you can catch my - sneeze Atchoo God bless me dude Make a rapper be like a [?] - [?] You know Street Fighter 2 [Hook - Lunar C]