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Lirik Lagu Cassidy - Mr. Chicken


By: Admin | Artist: C cassidy | Published: 2024-04-07T09:16:21:00+07:00
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[hook]
battlin’ was my hobby, body after body/
you must have forgot boy/
broke n-ggas do it for the culture/
f-ck what they told you, i do it for the guap boy/
in battle rap i’m the king, to get back in the ring/
i got a quarter million off top boy/

[bridge]
it’s all about the motherf-ckin’ money/
it’s all about the motherf-ckin’ money/
it’s all about the motherf-ckin’ money/
it’s all about the motherf-ckin’ money/

[verse 1]
when someone born, someone dies/
when the gun rise n-gga, you won’t see the next sunrise/
the gun size my youngest son size/
with dum-dums and a drum that’s my thumb size/
and i shoot some, n-ggas got a loose tongue/
till they get a gun in their mouth and then they get tongue tied/
look i write bars in the book that’s off the hook/
like that pirate with a patch on one eye/
body boy, you wan’ die? put in an urn or casket/
with worms and the maggots, the young flies/
you ain’t in the school of hard knocks alumni/
you had a graduation but they ain’t accept your application/
you fakin’, you ain’t never do sh-t/
lyin’ on wax, that can get you aired out like a q-tip/
i guess this n-gga f-ckin’ with that meth on some wu sh-t/
not method man, that breaking bad-heisenberg blue sh-t/
my gun got kick like a kung fu fl1ck/
some jiu jitsu sh-t, that’s that 22 times 2 sh-t/
the .44 draw blood on some soowoo sh-t/
some damu sh-t, bang on some piru sh-t/
you trynna blow, i been blew like a true crip/
true sh-t, believe it if it’s comin’ out my two lips/
i used to street fight on some ken and ryu sh-t/
(hadouken!) now i just stab n-ggas and shoot sh-t/
have your body floatin’ in the ocean like a cruise ship/
the pistol rip you apart, you on some shark food sh-t/
i’m trigger happy, but i’m always on some “in the bad mood” sh-t/
hot-headed, trynna be on some cool sh-t/
but violence, i’m obsessed with it/
put some pool b-lls in a tube sock/
and beat you half to death with it/
feel it cut to the top and pop till nothing left in it/
shootin’ every sh-ll in the piece so you can rest in it/
let’s get it, they say i fell off and i’m irrelevant/
but i’m well off so i’m intelligent/
i was selling bricks, trappin’ trynna make it work/
now my paper stackin’ off rap and no paperwork/
every time i make a verse, i’m trynna benefit/
if it ain’t about the muhf-ckin’ money, i ain’t interested/
big business sh-t, i said then i meant the sh-t/
extended clips, metal in your mouth on some dentist sh-t/
f-ck censorship, but i’m bout to edit out/
beretta out, you had a head before i blew a letter out/
bring the cheddar out, i’m the best with it/
when they said they had 40′ for me, i couldn’t mess with it/
till lush one hit my phone and said he had over 200′ for me/
end of story, let’s get it; fred said he gettin’ calls about me/
then i got a call from jag like they mad doin’ blogs about me/
mr. chicken, the money man/
they ain’t even gettin’ 20 bands/
and i got a couple hundred grand/
who want it man? i got tons of fans/
and after this battle, every hater gone become a fan/
i did stadiums, powerhouse, summer jam/
you think i’m the underdog, you too high to understand/
i wasn’t gettin’ cheese, i wasn’t in the lead/
till my n-gga swizz threw the -ssist underhand/
this not the nba, but i was cakin’ out like my b-day/
before my battle with freeway/
my other battles caught on tape was a secret/
cause the labels paid swizz not to release it/
yeah, i been the sh-t, i k!lled goodz/
and so many other n-ggas, that i can’t even remember it/
i can’t wait till december hit, it’s a homi’/
i’m a catch a f-ckin’ body on december 6th/
they put me against this immigrant? he gone get crushed/
i hope lush got him health insurance benefits/
yeah battle rap switched up/
but if you think where i left off/
i’m a pick up, you got me mixed up/
i got my way back, i can name-drop/
name flip, and do a scheme/
but yah i mean, i’m a save that/
fall way back, ‘fore i get the hammer/
lift the h up and make ya body breakup, wiz & amber/
mariah and nick, the day i retire from this/
the day that i retire my d-ck… never!/
it’s whatever, all these battle cats know that/
i’m the floyd “money” mayweather of battle rap, facts!/

[hook + bridge]

[outro]


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