GMC - Kiss of d**h lyrics

[Verse 1: 360] You feel the ba** and the treble (go slow though) Man, I dance with the devil (no h*mo) You talk about your fan club but you don't know flows Fan club, I guess your fans at your shows don't show Grab a cricket bat and smack guys for six And Pez is loyal, he smacks guys for six Talk like a b**h, you get smacked like a b**h And I'm broke as all f** but I act like I'm rich This scene seems to act like they're sick Yeah, they might have rhymes, but they rap kind of sh** I don't rap, I just disrespect I've got no respect for anything, I'll disrespect And they ask am I really good at drinking? (yes) Nine shots would have you slurring words like 50 Cent (f**er) And GMC's real, you're acting We could give a f** would accent he raps in [Chorus: 360] (That's real) There's no hooks in our notebooks (Yeah 'cause you know why? ‘Cause hooks are overrated, c*nt) There's no hooks in our notebooks (We don't follow trends anymore, we're Forthwrizzy) There's no hooks in our notebooks (No hookies… my verse is a hook anyway... you f**ing dickhead) [Verse 2: Pez] Yo, I can kick one flow and you know it, it's P-E-Z I wanna quit this sh** but I can't ‘cause the scene needs me This seems easy, that's ‘cause it is, motherf**er Believe me, you can't see me, nup So don't talk any sh** 'cause you're not better What's better than P and 3 with GMC? They should call us the flow of the next century The only person hear how we're flowing is Seth Sentry And Rob Mantra (what?) You should have those names on your list If you don't, wrong answer I want to get all these whack rappers replaced [?] slap in the face so they're smacked back in their place I know you all might misconstrue Our confidence is sort of more like being too proud Bottom line, Forthwrite is the crew now I'm saying it ‘cause Forthwrite spit the truth, blouwww [Chorus: Pez & 360] (P-E-Z) There's no hooks in our notebooks (P-E-Z… get it? Keep up mate) There's no hooks in our notebooks (Just have a glance through mate, they're not there) There's no hooks in our notebooks (Nah... no hookies) [Verse 3: GMC] When they, when they hear me rap, they like “he's on something” They see me dance, they like “he's on something” VIP on the weed and I'm blunting And when it wears off, drop E and I'm munting And when that wears off, more E and I'm buzzing And when I pop more, believe I am [?] They see me peak like a eagle or something When they built me, they didn't read the instructions Gets f**ed up, I'm debris and destruction I gets f**ed up beyond reasonable function King of this country, you can call me Arthur, Solomon or Caesar or something And I got a little groupie in my ear and she bugging She got bad breath, she done eat all the onions f** b**h off ‘cause people are nothing I'm GMC, I don't need introductions Got it locked down with the keys to the dungeon Kiss the ring b**h, like I'm Smeagol or something Three-letter boss, self-esteem in abundance Forthwrite, big dogs, pee on you munchkins