Czarface - Ka-Bang! lyrics

[Intro] Eddie, hey whats wrong with ya? Oh no, gas! Behold, the Armored One! [Verse 1 - MF DOOM] A grown a** man, mind from a trash can And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a [?] Whoosh! Like a flash bang crashes [?] Made it with the stashed cash, and his [?] Bring on the last man standing, he can hang Did the ?shangalang? then caught him, Ka-Bang! Drone flown pa**, blam, ping on the dash cam Known as a king who do [?] on a ma** scam Overthrow a vast plan, [?] unmask fam' Rock it like a sun's splash jam She had the color, came first place on the [?] band stand Face like [?], [?] [?] than the [?] gram from Pakistan Don't get smacked with the practice hand Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram [?] handstand gas can [Bridge] For every super menace there seems to be, a super hero! To rise in fearless challenge [Verse 2 - Inspectah Deck] I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks [?] desire, call it water for chocolate The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard sh** Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with No discussion, nor argument No trust, no partnership Respect, get me 'spect but the West get hardship My bars get, funky like a playoff armpit You living in your mom's crib, driving your broad's whip I'm on it, strong grip holding my [?] whip I'm on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts [?] Nah I ain't feeling what ya'll spit All of 'em talk sh**, call a coroner for this corpses Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict Live from the battlefield swords, and horses [Bridge] Seconds later the villain was in the co*kpit [Verse 3 - Esoteric] Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer Quick gun to draw like an art designer Filthy like a carpet miner, ma** men are from comic con I'm hungry like Elijahuan, praying through[?] Phenomenon, one stung gun for the unsung Run run, 'fore I come with [?] and eat her lung lung Um um, stuck in '95 like [?], but souls Bust sneaker heads through their gum soles Holding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them Emo rappers cry along like there's no [?] The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation Sound take place, this is all with the Metal Face Rebel based, mayday mayday I'm out for that JJ, [?] style pay day I catch [?] a foot snatch equals mid flight Crashing through your skylight, the [?] summers I sight [Outro] Easy Scott baby, don't lose control Gotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam Hold steady, steady If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!