Melo Flamez - LAST KENPACHI lyrics

[Verse 1: Melo Flamez] Its the return of the soul reaper Tryna' keep it then you better peep ya' soul defense Im power driven, swear im k**in power the hour n***a Better call 911, twin towers wit us Excuse me i meant tower Save ya grace like topher Thats 70 clips that'll show you that im far from boastin And it ain't over til ya overies overexposin I make em pop up hot, like they just finished toastin Brush ya teeth with my blade i layered the sh** wit colgate Once slash and you'll be swimmin in a dream ocean I swear im out here huntin hollows like a wrecking crew Wit the brutality to split a f**in neck in two Wit bare hands so bare witness to these bear hands Polar, grizzly, panda, just prance in despair man Ya prize is a ride to d**h, im just tryna' make it fair, fam Get it, like carnivals Carnal carnivore Carnage wit the art of war Carnys and cars wit carts carryin what i preform Down your throat, there goes my sword Breathin flames on beats galore You walkin a tight rope, no wonder that ya feet so sore Ladies and gentlemen, i present the feast of beats and more [Chorus] Weak rappers on the cloud, i come to shut this sh** down You ain't really got no style, you all verbs, herbs and nouns You deserve to be found by the nearest dump in town Just let me k** you right now f** ya likes and play count How bout i just play count and bite you n***as wit my mouth And take flight wit a bat and beat ya brains into the ground You sad, depressed, privileged b**hes actin like you never smiled Get ya own style and stop wit the fiji and the frowns [Verse 2: Melo Flamez] Im far from bein done, you medium rare, still bleedin let me cook it some You n***as is uber, you slackin, needa pick it up Should give you a star or 2 because you f**in s** Hit em wit the DPS and a preceding stun Feel the terror when i hit you wit these big puns You fat joes is average, ya squad is really lackin A movement, and bowels Think you in good hands askin for hand outs? Are you sure your families really proud? You proud of pennys? need an oscar for the way you sound Ill put an "M" on you monkeys heads like im dexter k**ers wit pistols akimbo k**in, they ambidextrous [Chorus] Weak rappers on the cloud, i come to shut this sh** down You ain't really got no style, you all verbs, herbs and nouns You deserve to be found by the nearest dump in town Just let me k** you right now f** ya likes and play count How bout i just play count and bite you n***as wit my mouth And take flight wit a bat and beat ya brains into the ground You sad, depressed, privileged b**hes actin like you never smiled Get ya own style and stop wit the fiji and the frowns