MVKO - Titan lyrics

{mvko} b*tch don't step to me if i pull it i won't hesitate See me hit the stage i'm bout to rock it like a heavyweight b*tch its hhm we got energy you can't replicate Meet me in the pit itll take a week to get your bearings straight Rising to the top Never gonna stop b*tch your time is running out i know you hear the clock Mother fu*k an opp Choppa wit no stock Pull up on your block we get to bangin leave you lined in chalk Switchin up no fu*k that sh*t Real mother fu*kers no counterfeit Pdx yeah we run this sh*t Better be about it whеn we run up b*tch The last thing you see hoe, oh yuh Witchousеs deagle , oh yuh You rappers are feeble, b*tch we be evil, shoot at the priest we chargin the steeple b*tch its fu*k 12 send them pigs off to the slaughter house We been cutting necks so long we lost track of the body count Tumaggz strapped up with the tommy walkin through your lobby now Jmatts wit the blades he turn your whole crew into coffee grounds Phantom of the opera the way i make the strap sang I dont do no talkin hit a b*tch with a flashbang I'm the phantom menace my blade it goes both ways Feelin homicidal mercury is in retrograde (x2) {witchouse 40k} Mask on Look like michael From the sewer ditches Knife all on my stick Aye yuh Witchy body flippin Pistol whip yo b*tch Aye yuh Ionever lackin, pistol on my hip Aye yuh Shorty crying told that b*tch to gimme lip Aye yuh Keep a hunnid fukin teeth up in my fist Aye yuh I’m a tyrant keep the tommy to yo ribs Aye yuh Leave em mad b*tch b*tch b*tch you average Im only fu*kin on a sad b*tch Im fu*kin savage And all you do is talk Im bouta cash in Im shipping pax in I gotta lotta guap I stashin Up in my casket Ill see it when i rot Blech Buyin from yo boyfriend But lil b*tch i am his plug Doe All these fake ass rappers imma have to fu*kin son Hoe All these artists cappin, cuz thy never touched a gun Aye Pass it yo clique, witchy cuttin it w gunsmoke Exs on my line, but no i never learned to trust a b*tch fu*kin wit the gang, i leave yo bidy on a crucifix I ain’t hang w lames, cut em off i ain’t got time for kids Psycho b*tch Cut her off like trimmers trimming cypress Question mark on my side that’s a scythe aye yuh Camelot, i got armor like a knight Aye yuh Ridin round keep a scope to my eye Aye yuh Till i die, imma ride for my slimes Aye yuh fu*k a b*tch like major pain fu*k wit witch i blow yo brains Aye yuh I ain’t neva switchin lanes Pop a tab in outer space Aye yuh Keep my glock up in a safe Keep my hand up in yo face Ride wit da gang Run up hit em wita k Sip his soul like alize ...pistol whipping and i’m doin the dash 9 milla hollowtip in da back Lungs burnin, always blowin this gas Backpack, fulla dimme sacks Lil shawty call me for the quick But her contact sayin quick smash Gotta problem better fix dat Ion feel bad Only b*tch slap