KSI - Earthquake lyrics

[Intro: KSI] You know you f**ed up, bro You know you f**ed up You know? Tommy Gun sh** [Verse 1: KSI] How much wood can the woodchuck chuck If the woodchuck looked like you? (b**h) I’ma have fun, when the n***a here done Yeah, the woodchuck would chuck none Think you’re a big man with a shrimp dick, man I’ma click-click-clack (bang) I’ma tell ’em how I see it The only b**h that I’ll b**h slap, turn you into riff raff n***a, I’ma k** ’em with the red blade Gotta lift the fat when you get laid You a waste of time like a blunt blade Em and your mum need my upgrade L for days, I’m switching plays I f** with FaZe, the no-scope then I hit and blaze In the same room we both know you can’t afford You need my sh** so take the sh** Your content sh**, your Twitch is sh**, your ‘gram is sh** I find it hella funny needing Cal to help save your sh** You really are a p**y (sh**) Tell me, are you clean or a bushy? Don’t f** with you or that dumb one Ohio n***a I took aim and I pulled the trigger In the end tell me, in the end who’ll be bigger? Yeah, yeah not you n***a, ’cause I’ma 8-figure all time pro Not at the top so you really don’t know Keep playing PUB, only game I see you winning as my enemy The 3rd degree, the guarantee, na you don’t wanna battle me ‘Cause I’ma leave you in the dirt like a sesame Brother you are not ready Top heavy prick with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah [Pre-Chorus: KSI] You think that the diss at your king is the wise thing to do while I’m feeding you? I’ma keep calling you fat ’cause that’s all of the sh** that I see in you All six side boys hating ’cause this n***a was the man in the whole group n***a in the room, writing words for the tomb, ’cause I come in with a 6 feet [Chorus: KSI] Earthquake, earthquake Yeah, see a n***a move then earthquake, earthquake Yeah, see a n***a lose then earthquake, earthquake Game over You ain’t ready for business, you on the run, fitness [Verse 2: RiceGum] Are you fat or you pregnant Like a mix of a dyke and a feminist Fat rolls on your stomach and your neck and wrists Cross eyed Ron Weasley with the breasts and sh** Everyone in Sidemen is irrelevant What views did you get before heaven sent KSI to your life let’s measure it That’s none and y’all been his b**h ever since How you so fat but your bank is not? And you’re living in the house JJ done bought I’ma wait til your weight is lost Gotta live with your b**bs like Megan from Drake and Josh All the titles is aimed for me Another diss track trend that was made from me PewDiePie fell off, it’s a shame to see Yeah his views ain’t the same, like he changed beliefs Yeah, they always hate on me, I don’t listen I’m too busy getting laid, Hawaiian necklace I don’t want to talk about those Ohio b**hes Talk sh** but they soft like Brian Griffin (ayy!) Pullin’ up to my house that’s a no-no Come again you gon’ get the action like a GoPro Jake, how you get dropped from your own show? Try so hard to ride the wave like a rowboat But you gon’ float, that’s your girl? Ugh! Yeah you cuffed the wrong one like a dumb cop Nick come out the closet, why you wear that same sh** every day like Spongebob? [Verse 3: KSI & RiceGum] All these n***as thinking they can speak Still I’m making more than them a week These pussies on contract Don’t bother trying or replying with a comeback [Pre-Chorus: KSI] You think that the diss at your king is the wise thing to do while I’m feeding you? I’ma keep calling you fat ’cause that’s all of the sh** that I see in you All six side boys hating ’cause this n***a was the man in the whole group n***a in the room, writing words for the tomb, ’cause I come in with a 6 feet [Chorus: KSI] Earthquake, earthquake Yeah, see a n***a move then earthquake, earthquake Yeah, see a n***a lose then earthquake, earthquake Game over You ain’t ready for business, you on the run, fitness [Beat Switch] [Outro: KSI] Yo, you thought I forgot about you little boy? Yo, these n***as ain’t ready. Yeah! Little boy trynna get involved, come on then, come on then Let’s get involved, you prick Posh boy, now wanna rap Posh boy, now when I scrap Posh boy, bout to get clapped By the end of the verse, you’re gonna wish you never did that Wish you never hit back, just a little boy get a feeling when I get him with a click click click clack (bang!)