B-Ly & WillFake - Calling The Targets lyrics

[Hook] I'm lookin' ambidextrous, knife on your back Get your throat cut, so make it clap Make it clap for me when I'm calling the targets [Verse 1 : WillFake] My fellas got bad vision with myself Whether it happens ‘cause I say that they are my slave? That's why I never have a chance to get a chair It's so unfair, how dare you don't care? I'm gonna make your body bare And ruin your shoddy hair, should I care to give you fare? Nah, I'm wanton of breakin' you, kickin' you, see? You give me spark of water ‘cause of it Now guess it, am I juicy? You lousy p**y Father, now I'm mischief, further I'll impale you with shiv Or with the meat cleaver to throw it over your own flivver I turn up my big sleeve for the pantywaist I'm not anti-black, ain't J-Bag, I am duplex of my spittin' image I'ma steal your henna's Ponds, whip your knee and the bones Lonely, I'm Indiana Jones, I throw a pebble to you till you moan And I think misogynistic was so hygienic, b**h To the day everyone calls me, “Hi, Jack-a-dandy!” Victims are every tablets and gadgets ‘Cause all you think about me is I get sh**s [Verse 2 : B-Ly] What I take and touch will be gold Be careful in the centers and the middles I'm a coldest guy so give me the medals For every girls I smack and every heads I hold Who's bold to against me? Come on if you wanna kick the kibbles Like David, I been preparing gravels, you'll get bu*terfingered Fold these cats' skins to the oldest age you find that cobalt bomb inside your bra Soap opera? Here I choke Oprah like I shock ya f**in' fossils, right Dubois? Hands full of sins that made God can't even apologize me I'll fill your a**, foie gras, whether the sky is grey or not, keep thinking I'm holy Procreatin' f**in' monopoly, you're not the only one that I slit No matter you're stolid, I get a punch and ball it, call it wallet Hit benefits for what I have stolen, tell you that your mom's stump in the Collin College Then she stuck a penicillin in your father's dick when she s**ed it (Offensive!) ‘Cause boys' manner's expensive, especially when I'm doin' manslaughter What? Laughingstock? Monkeyish as f**, better cover your ears, eyes and mouth Devilish, syphillis, that's my description is, I used to be receptionist Receivin' these naughty b**hes for the victims, I wish [Verse 3 : WillFake] Everybody thinks I'm Shady, they call me crazy You are my beverage, what is the leverage? I'm dry-and-high, your alcohol is average My demeanors never age, I'm clever a** Me against race, you get no same love from me I'm as enjoyable as Lewis drinks Milton tea You fight me then if you might pee, you better flee My words are like stings as a bee ‘cause [Hook] [Verse 4 : B-Ly] I can make you comatose by throwing tomatoes Frying, flying potatoes, not a roman though f**in' Romeo never married the next Demi Lovato For that, thought you suffer heart attack or get bumped by the enormous tractor Trailer, your life is too short to be a movie, it's a creepypasta By the time I dislocate your motherf**in' rotator Then cram you with a spaghetti, forget it? No! Y'all are my guitars to be rocked-n-rolled I'm as selfish as I am, invent mayhem and Brian, who's Brian? I make night worser than 3 AM, mirror, Sirah Still I chainsmoke this combustible dry gra** My past had me like gas, so I retaliate it by burning you dyke a** *screaming* Yippe-ki-yay! I'm too unkind like Tinashe, you'd get bullied for the purpose But guess it's a b**h, Nas, yeah? [Verse 5 : WillFake] Uh, I'm way too lazy to write another “Final Touch” I'm gonna lounge in the couch, what's the difference? You linger your middle finger, I'm bored of being a Bullied pupil and I now bully you, k** you the thinker I don't give sh** that you're pretty or neither ‘Cause you're another Jade Stringer, so when I have seen ya I make lampoon when my phone played tune A s*ut said, “A lone wolf has come!”, when I enter room And I said, “Your face was like a damn moon!” She wept then turn, I smack her head then say, “Get well soon!” [ Verse 6 : B-Ly] Dolt, shoot the bolt, Colton Haynes in a row Beckon she's pertinent for the Hennessy Perfectly you'll get lured by me and be heinous Hannah, in a raw condition trapped in the sack on the top of mountain of Himalaya Gettin' engulfed by Yeti with its hand holdin' machete [Hook] [Verse 7 : WillFake] When I'm gonna go, I'm odd to meet all of these hoes Why? Die! I'm a motherf**in' misanthrope So if I'm forced to be a babysitter, come to the goddamn home I thwack the baby with the rope Nope, I pickaback a piccaninny til he or she drops Woops, I hate the rowdy ‘cause they aren't bounty Hope that I'm not too seriously doing violence with my vitriol Then I don't give a fig at all That “Bob” track that'll crack your a** back To the heinous attack, vomit greener than Shrek It is going to break you like tortilla sack I'm k**ing y'all with the dagger to decapitate you till you get pain in the neck [Verse 8 : B-Ly] Let this verse brawl with another one Ladies first? Oh, there ain't none of ‘em, they were shot by my gun f**in' mundane things, I'm way too Greatwaller than Copperfield More magical and my mental is highly strong enough to blindfold you With the flashlight, just see Jay Z, being renegade since attain my infinite grade Of the puckish male, I ain't trying to detract, see My co*k's small but my own balls get bigger, I'm Casey Va**y, shut your f**ing lips, never wanna hear you with the f**in' ultrasonic frequences Here's the bad boy, I can see why they call me Ice Cube Though my eyes cuter than Steve Buscemi ( Ha-ha) Then the sh**'s stoppin', no s*uts can win but me The debater of the battle and I agree to the motion “Chicks should obey what I have said” B-Ly and WillFake, motherf**er, we're negative, f** them natives Like I was in Aceh, enjoying tsunami, lounge, jammin' Frank Ocean's track Brainwashed as my friend was, “A broken record, stupid Dora! The f** you think you're idyllic like Bora Bora, who*e who*e, you're pretty (chicka) ugly, Sia Furler!” Swung them Diadoras to the head, capped with fedora Till I'ma wait for her, anesthesize her with an Inland taipan poison While I listen to the Rita Ora's, tramp [Verse 9 : WillFake] I'm waiting for quitter, I've to bother ‘em ‘cause I'm mosquito And I'm walking Flitto, walk around and await B-Ly to go home though The turd of bleat, I underestimate you You all undress, be Matthew I catch you and I, so fiat came through us Toppled and fell down, one by one die You meet me and see me blatantly raise hand with words “You come to send a dull little b**h to the hell!” I ain't done with reff, I'm very busy to lash the riffraff *screaming* [Verse 10 : B-Ly] New emoticon gets waved, you can see, Dev? Gory tomahawks left, shed, up in the cave Stinking clothes laved, adhered inside the pavement Then blame the staff of the Fave did that Big Sean has told you to beware of us, so... Uh, turn up the ba**, turd