Batteries (Bonus)
(Verse 1: MIKEG)
Heard koolade bishop's coming for his mac soon
I'm a have to cut the body up and stash it in a black track suit
And wrap that in plastic, so the maggots don't attack it
I'm laughing, 3 days later at your open casket
I'm sick, Shoved it in your mom's bum
And made her shit to a backflip
Chatted all your crack attacks, thesis
Heard you like to smoke your own peices
Believe it, MikeG bitch aka the black Jesus
Put sister on her knees and make her snort penis
Left your nieces in pieces wish you could have seen it
Bitch
LACPSBFD, Fuck Koolade!
(Verse 2: Yungjay)
And we ain't talkin bout the drink, n***a
There'll be two hits in this fight okay kid
Me hitting you and you hitting the pavement
Your breath you need to save it
Because I smell the bullshit fragrance
Ever since gay marriage, I haven't beat a fag since
Punching holes in walls just to kick you in the balls
And head buttin sluts and uppercut them in their fucking jaw
Piss me off, Will get you pissed on
Pussy I`ll have you sprayed like the cat named tron
T minus raw, fuck the Midas touch
The grim reapers hand but I don`t masturbate much
But uhh... I fuck your favorite bitch leaving cuts
Cuz I`m... soo sharp when I bust a nut it`s enough to fill up a magic school bus
And hot enough to make your favorite rapper move to cuba
Call of duty must of taught you your weaponry
Look up dragons skin when stepping to me
Picked an unnecessary beef with the boy on the block
It`s all fun and games till one of our firearms get locked!
(Verse 3: MIKEG and Yungjay)
I gotcha waka flocka, hit this bitch wit the forth and the sixth in
Cut his dreads off an he`s looking like dixon
Antwuan, time to change this bitches tampon
Now his nose is all bloody from the muddy
Brothers slash half blood buddies, (Yungjay: Yung Fuckin Jay)
I got this I was only six, when I hit em for his onyx
Light assassins had to penetrate
I don`t blame you, It`s fate that your fucking fake
(Yungjay)
Fuck koolade, this bitch is a grenade
Shit gets me heated faster than a micro-wave
In the center of a rave, In the middle of summer while he`s workin like a slave
Had a crush with a slut who had fuckin aids
He would still penetrate, Fruits of my labour? Suck on my grapes
Fight me when your in shape, soap won't clean the slate
Invest in proctology cuz your ass you need to save
Heard koolade bishop's coming for his mac soon
I'm a have to cut the body up and stash it in a black track suit
And wrap that in plastic, so the maggots don't attack it
I'm laughing, 3 days later at your open casket
I'm sick, Shoved it in your mom's bum
And made her shit to a backflip
Chatted all your crack attacks, thesis
Heard you like to smoke your own peices
Believe it, MikeG bitch aka the black Jesus
Put sister on her knees and make her snort penis
Left your nieces in pieces wish you could have seen it
Bitch
LACPSBFD, Fuck Koolade!
(Verse 2: Yungjay)
And we ain't talkin bout the drink, n***a
There'll be two hits in this fight okay kid
Me hitting you and you hitting the pavement
Your breath you need to save it
Because I smell the bullshit fragrance
Ever since gay marriage, I haven't beat a fag since
Punching holes in walls just to kick you in the balls
And head buttin sluts and uppercut them in their fucking jaw
Piss me off, Will get you pissed on
Pussy I`ll have you sprayed like the cat named tron
T minus raw, fuck the Midas touch
The grim reapers hand but I don`t masturbate much
But uhh... I fuck your favorite bitch leaving cuts
Cuz I`m... soo sharp when I bust a nut it`s enough to fill up a magic school bus
And hot enough to make your favorite rapper move to cuba
Call of duty must of taught you your weaponry
Look up dragons skin when stepping to me
Picked an unnecessary beef with the boy on the block
It`s all fun and games till one of our firearms get locked!
(Verse 3: MIKEG and Yungjay)
I gotcha waka flocka, hit this bitch wit the forth and the sixth in
Cut his dreads off an he`s looking like dixon
Antwuan, time to change this bitches tampon
Now his nose is all bloody from the muddy
Brothers slash half blood buddies, (Yungjay: Yung Fuckin Jay)
I got this I was only six, when I hit em for his onyx
Light assassins had to penetrate
I don`t blame you, It`s fate that your fucking fake
(Yungjay)
Fuck koolade, this bitch is a grenade
Shit gets me heated faster than a micro-wave
In the center of a rave, In the middle of summer while he`s workin like a slave
Had a crush with a slut who had fuckin aids
He would still penetrate, Fruits of my labour? Suck on my grapes
Fight me when your in shape, soap won't clean the slate
Invest in proctology cuz your ass you need to save