Tekst piosenki
[Hook]
When it comes to shooters my brothas ready to go
And they gettin practice on bitches that’s breakin codes
3500 just point n give em a name
They backflippin brothas, that go for rappers the same
You don’t know me brotha, fuck out my way
[Nemesiidae]
Once comin, stop runnin, been summoned
Hits dumb on it, clique drama, it haunts ya
This karma, pissed off Nemes marks on
His collar, caused a menace problem
Best run, here I come, redrum
Don’t play dumb that’s murder and then some
Head gone, so get guns n let’s funk
Blown back, bitches actin tryna get stump
Gangsta, lifestyle, makes the life wild
I’m vile, taste of sensual cycles
Bury the head n then cold showers next
My game, allowin death, that’s how I’d ref
Let em in, Münsterländer ain’t pretend
Cut your skin n put the lemon juice in
Christ is cookin, time to send for your sins
Thyme n oregano original Holy Father
Put you in the oven the list calls for lemon zest n black pepper
Olive oil cookin at 350
I shook in some salt, butter n rosemary (oh baby)
Lemon slices for garnish n maybe some minced garlic, all it
In a cauldron meanwhile gettin hungry
Waitin 45 minutes not an option when rumbling
So I spread some bread from cupboard, one piece
Slathered in mustard, ham n mild cheddar, damn
My style’s better than amateurs biting at verses
Meanwhile the sub’s drownin in mayonnaise
It ain’t emergin
On my cheese, sriracha squirted like a crime scene
You might bleed, from the mouth it gets spicy
Now I need dessert homie, Sachertorte homie
72% cocoa is worth knowing
German cake like you never had, more than taste
Shit’s so rich you can’t afford to break
[Hook]
When it comes to muffins my brothas ready to bake
And they gettin practice from homies that’s makin cakes
15/20 bucks, just point n give em a list
They gettin recipes, that go for cookin the mix
You ain’t cookin with me, get out the kitchen
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