Training Season - Dropkicks lyrics

[Intro: Fat Albert] Uhhh... Training motherf**ing Season! Its the misfits with them dropkicks for these side chicks like Miguel and sh**... You reckless n***a, (laughs) you not ready Get em Tempest, you f**ing pussies... ha ha ha Fat Albert ya'll, snatch your macaroni necklace and sh** b**h n***as uhh [Verse 1: King Caexar] Drop kicks we're getting parasitic with these ticks Shape-shifts, tuberculosis the way that he spits Preposterous gifts in the midst son to catch a gist Smooth moves creating bliss, feel my f**ing myth Its the rawness, the flawless, your highness Touch of gold, Midas, shaking up the scripts with the flips Its the King C, the Gimili, getting likes simile, symmetry Hiding hunger like fat chicks with chin lifts "ummm...huh? 'yo what the f** happened to the beat?!" Its Nine fifty like bad b**hes with saggy tits (Uh) GP let em feel the slopes like derivatives In the list checking em off with iron fists son In the mist hitting them off with iron biffs (Bloaw!) King Caexar the mind flipper, scale tipper Move quick shade cover, call me jack the ripper The heart gripper watch em scatter slipper Its the big dipper in the stars with your f**ing liver (Ah!) Blessing b**hes with urine instead of powder Golden shower the King penetrating peach with the Bowser Sniping targets hitting n***as with the Mauser Ice cold bauer im feeding pregnant b**hes clam chowder [Hook : King Caexar] A wise man told me murder comes in triples Six in the digits, three in the numbers, it ripples Devils behind the bathroom stall, for every line that you snort and the money stashed behind the walls [Interlude: GP x King Caexar] King Caexar: Again? What the f**? GP: No no no its not that, its not that, like your verse, your verse was f**ing sick, but i just..i don't think you like lyrically attacked it King Caexar: Man what the f**? Get the f** out of here n***a, you softer than cow nipples GP: Just let me on the f**ing track, (clears throat)" yo... [Verse 2: GP] GP is the sicked-est, flow is the wickedest Split some sh**, spit sick sh** when I get a hit I beat a b**h put myself in the clit (laughs) Training Season, Baze , the kid and the King b**h! Big thick chicks in slim fits and tight jeans Get stretched out, I'll show her what the pipe means Please b**h listen to me man you deaf as sh** (Shut the f** up!) Facebook rapper sk**s poorer than the deficit Slapping pricks and b**h n***as with estrogen Ghetto n***as with dope flows spreading like pathogens All these n***as tripping, scribbling when i step in Aborting there verses like b**hes on contraception's Go hard like erections (Yeah!), my standards perfection (Uh) Im k**ing like Dexter so run like elections Have the beat molested, disturb it like a pedo (Hey Tommy..come here) You n***as faker than guidos, I pull slots just like casinos I'm mesmerizing these n***as i'm f**ing awesome Cheap but the price of my pain is high costing Flossing, telling these n***as like "you're lost" I am to rap what Chris Bosh is to an ostrich [Interlude] k**ing any beat i'm putting em in a coffin (Done!) b**hes going nuts when i cream like Boston Murkin all them pretty boy f*ggots, they hurt and dying Raising they hands to the sky like a church choir Algorithms whenever I'm in my rhythm p**y n***as hold themselves and start to cry when I hit em (f**ing babies) [Hook: King Caexar] A wise man told me murder comes in triples Six in the digits, three in the numbers, it ripples Devils behind the bathroom stall, for every line that you snort and the money stashed behind the walls A wise man told me murder comes in triples Six in the digits, three in the numbers, it ripples Devils behind the bathroom stall, for every line that you snort and the money stashed behind the walls [Outro: Fat Albert] Yeah! You p**y n***as H..here Tempest hold my donuts Uh...yeah watch yo f**ing backs Training motherf**ing Season and all that sh** n***a... King Caexar: Yo what the f**? Don't you dare come in here man, get the f** out GP: Fine...sh**