Murs - There Will Be Blood lyrics

[Hook] "Oh you" "I'm comin' for ya, comin' for ya" [Verse One] [Sunspot Jonz] I'm comin' for ya A motherf**in' black warrior Don't need no Battle Axe, Def Jux, Stone Throw ya Don't want a brother I'm comin' straight for ya Slappin' b**h lawyers and promoters on the foyer Balcony, you gon' never stop me co*k D, straight destroyed everything Profile on this aisle Live baby, get down Like Columbia, high jack a stupid b**h now So walk man/Walkman, like the plank's made by Sony Or any other pirate Drop 'em to the sea O-R-E-Y Breathe cause I'm so fly My nickname's Boeing Ride till I die Collide on 'em right, make 'em feel blue note b**h La la la la We do this every night We a team Cut so supreme Fake fools go last like we Capitol's yeah [Hook] [Verse Two] [Luckyiam.PSC] Effect is on Lucky I'm a son of uhh Back to k** it Naw, I didn't call her a b**h, time to get it I'm comin' for ya Runnin' under bridges they burnin' Can't stomach bullsh**, can't be concerned with None of that Nonsense, options, I'm crossin' T's And I's/eyes be PSC on that hot sh** They make me nauseous Guard up, cautious Mashin' through a gang of these punks like a mosh pit I need profit Props can't feed kids Cops don't want peace down where we live We live day to day to day like day day's on eighteens We still keep 'em clean like Friday Next, next next time I'mma beat 'em up my way But rappers can't chunk 'em So momma just punk 'em On some King James, take the lane, just dunk 'em Put 'em on a poster Lucky's comin' for ya Brushin' off the parasites, hangin' on my shoulders Playin' real life Punch Out with promoters I try to show this Get my motherf**in' money Fork it over [Hook] [Verse Three] [Murs] I'm comin' for Runnin' for, gunnin' for Whatever for, editor of metaphor Competitors, I'm your apex predator Comin' for ya, got ya number, like the creditor I said it's war and nobody drew down So I laid 'em flat like the perm on Dru Down Who now? Who's gonna step up? I heard Murs got a brand new b**h Shut up Pelican mouth on a hummingbird a** Mouth wrote a check that your bu*t can't cash Flash forward, you see you can't beat the odds Living Legends, you can't defeat the gods Believe in yourself, don't deceive yourself Make a plan, stick to it and receive the wealth Yeah [Hook] [Verse Four] [Scarub] Life's a gamble Without Casino, street rules Good Fellas, like Al Pacino And these fools? Keep laughin' But I ain't no comedian I ain't no ? though Y'all don't wanna see me when it's stand up comedy Becomes gut bustin' Knock out punchline, to me slap or crushin' Keep actin' funny with me it's gonna get hilarious Explainin' to your family what happened through parodies Like ha ha, half chokin', part crazy, y'all silly Dead serious with a smile like, "Naw really" In Living Color and I'm A Get You s**a Major Payne like Damon Waynes And y'all Dumb and Dumber at your funeral Def Comedy Jam I be like, "Thanks for comin' out y'all God Bless, good night." "Oh you"