Emde Slim - Glory lyrics

You see the hardest of punchlines I'll be dropping at you The desert eagle I load it up and point it at you Unload the Glock till you fall like a broken statue They ain't nobody in this biniz that can f** with ma crew They gat no links so they move on like the f**ing marquee Talk shiit you will be sealed and I ain't talking bout glue Oh my god is the sh** you didn't want me on I got the game on ma dick without her drawers on Mic check, they ain't nobody f**ing with me A lot of n***as claiming tough Buh they f**ing sissies I know you missed me and the way I do this f**ing music Gat em raising em hands like they bout to catch a Frisbee They know is risky to battle me, I gat em misty With time I get better like a bottle scotch or whiskey This is the minute you're bout to witness ma f**ing menace Show me that rapper and imma end his f**ing biniz... Glory hallelujah, holy sh** I've been holding sh** ma bowels loser Its the freedom of speech, I am the Martin Luther Right now I can hack a j**eller not the Mac computers Gat lot of n***as strapped in a large commuter I trust the shooter at night he's ma f**ing trooper We gat the luger on foot we also gat bazookas You are bout to be underground like the f**ing tubers I might be talking crazy, too much of p**y lately And these broke n***as gat me feeling nauseated I'm so updated with fashion and even tech related So when I'm spraying you should be praying saying a lot of amen I know they hate me and I see it written on em faces You think you know me but you don't know what it took God to make me Dont f**ing underrate me below your f**ing pay grade A lot of money coming in from this shady biniz I'm in a room full of smokers even powder users Naked b**hes walking round just to be the cruisers We gat the movers, the dealers even drug abusers Strapped n***as at the door in case they come to shoot us And on the trigger they squeeze like the f**ing juicer You punks are losers, success I drink it like a boozer And yo pleas don't matter to ma ruthless k**ers You make a goof, your house will need the f**ing roofers Glory hallelujah, I've been stoned by the weed Not talking bout Medusa Told these n***as cut em tape cos they are full of bloopers I got a Futa babe that wants ma dick inside her pooper Sent a pic of ma dick she know that sh** is super Searching for me all night like the f**ing cougar I am her ruler and she knows no one can come manoeuvre Back that a** upon me and honey let me be the shooter A lot of b**hes coming closer and they all be asking A lot question, talking dirty cos they want to bask me I'm not a lover man, you see my guns are always blasting And the love for ma money is ever f**ing lasting Who wants to cast me you better go on three days fasting Less you want your body lying in an open casket So bring the casket, bottles leaking like a basket I squeeze the ratchet on n***as tryna snitch ma a**et You try to face me, you must be a stupid ba*tard I'm ma murder your soul and shoot your spirit after I'm here to bring disaster like that battle rapper Causing chaos is the game you can sue me after Buh the case won't stay for long like a noodle pasta And all plans will be gone like a coup disaster You hear em groupies laughter when the masters enter You hear ma name Emde Slim is greatest rapper.... Glory Hallelujah, see them fail profusely trying to tag me as a nuisance They say ma music is polluting, it should be banned, its useless I should be locked in cell cos of ma vulgar lyrics But wait a minute I'm almost finished with this music Its ma life men you can't tell me how to live it Its in ma blood, body and you can say ma spirit Emde Slim no one can even stand against me me