Stranglehold Lyrics

[Verse 1: Clout] "Superman ain’t savin shit," bitch, you can call me Carnage Cuz I Go Vader on the haters, best know I’m on my Darth shit As in Sidious, like Patrick Wilson- Mad pitiless: I white ball like Wilson I snow like Barton, hot like Bilson Kick you out of paradise, bitch, John Milton This ain't the Middle East, my war actually heavenly; Religious, militaristic, don't get caught up in that revelry Hope you know theres no reaching my level, g A-plus- you skanks just relyin' on double Ds Don’t you get it? I am prime cut Kobe beef You a prime slut, unwanted like Kobe’s skeet Eh Tobey Keith, I ain’t sayin’ that I’m prejudice Just hated your last two excuses for fucking presidents I go in, opposite of what happened to Monica History don’t repeat itself, so don’t rely on Chanukah 'Updog'? Yo, what the fuck is up, dog? You shall not pass like a motherfucking balrog Or an f student, not too prudent- Got you in a stranglehold, like you Ted Nugent Pound shots with the motherfuckin best of them; I’m greater all you is, is fuckin lesser than Club is callin me, cuz I'm poppin bottles b Douze-trent-quatre, sept trois sept, is hollering And that’s MTL, but hell, I'm from that t dot o 647, but got 649 swag like the lotto- Hugh in my grotto, Austin with Alotta Fagina, like Russian taco, fajita, you should meet’ha- Its’hwarmer wrapped in pita, but that’s just details And she just retail, bought her over the motherfucking email Like internet, I just don’t get this fuckin bullshit- I murder this, all you gonna say you done heard of this Say im full of it, take a pull of it, you ain't killin' shit Poison like a serpent’s kiss, already said I'd bury this Undertake it, 6 feet under's where I put your fake shit I’m English lit, you illiterate, irate, don’t make me commiserate; I’ll deceive y'all, transform and fucking obliterate All that you imitate, let alone that shit you call spit mate Curse like a sailor, smoke like a Taylor Not to mention I’m one Moby fucking Dick of a whaler! Can't stop it, Microphone Fiend, Rage Against the Machine- See all I aim to be is fucking vicious and mean Contrition-less teen, not quite an original g But, admittedly, not to mention legitimately I am the best in the business, boy wonder, wiz kid And I just won't listen, earbuds covered by my fitted Nes, like N-E-S or Duck Hunt like Super Nintendo Grew up n64, so in Smash Bros I perform like a Benzo Shit son, stole the game now I'm on some prodigal shit- Boats and hoes, now I'm on my fuckin' nautical ship- Throttlin’ wit, bottlin’ it, Victoria’s Secret modelling it- God this is it, the broads and the bitches Modddin' it, all of my problems and glitches Snitchin' my riches, like the gold of a seeker I inherit all this, God can damn it if I’m meeker Shit, don’t you see bitch? Stop give yourself a second to hear it Rewind and check the lyrics This ain't a fuckin' mirage bitch; The beat drops, I motherfucking rock it Talk shit, I beg you, please fucking talk shit Guarantee anything you say I will mock it And its all over, please put your visine on; Abagnale Junior, but I ain't no hiding con I am righteous, and you will know my name is the lord Of this game, cuz it will be a while til I will be bored Cause I can afford to Rob fucking funding like Ford And cut the beat like I was an umbilical cord Mordor, Mount doom, my destiny looms- More gore, mushrooms, and a beat that goes boom- The son of rage and love, Jesus of Suburbia- Got beef with the French like the movie Disturbia Because I'm t dot o, born and I rose Shout outs to Razz, bitch, I hope you know