TANUKI - Guts lyrics

[Intro] Studio looking like Shokugeki no Soma [Hook] Yeah I got Guts, like a claymore cuts Spaz on the track go berserk, nuts Lead my army, don't f** with us Rap from inside, that sh** is guts f** authority, make a fuss Hear him booming so thunder-ous Back it up cause I got guts I got guts, I got, I got Guts [Verse 1:] Put up your mitts if you tryna swing We left the hook, so get a right one clean Too high to feel the sting, so I Float till the pigs fly toward the scene Cause they seek the green, but I'm a different fiend Crawling up from infernal regions can't Hardly see em like the Cena Meme Blinded by the mainstream latrine, and I Can't get lost in the dark world ages Slip into the gaps when wolves are out Force my roar onto mark-scorched pages Sipping the sap from the holy spout of the Old oak sages, can't contain the Ascendancy of the one hundred man slayer Bandits wanna jack my whole regime But they slice their palm on a piece of paper Ink don't bleed till the demons of pawns are Immediately spawned by the lips of the Guts dude Boy don't trip I don't f** with the mushrooms Fun guy but I can't live like a cartoon Jack of all trades Sharp as these spades, heart like diamonds I had a jackalope phase My final form could snap a titan Attack the mind with the rhymes of highland Fight the guys with the masks of lightning Luchador, who's more a tyrant But screams of the dead are kinda frightening [Hook] [Bridge] I got guts, I got, I got Guts (x4) [Verse 2] Swinging down the metal on the face of the bozos Only player I can never beat, his name is Chronos Step up on these kicks I'll drip your blood on your logos sh**ty cause I'm white but we in love with the coco The Black Night is white as day Still built the beat and spit the curds and whey Call me little miss “f** it” Cause little missies call me up and say the same thing Yeah, yeah I got Guts Ants in my path can eat my dust Prance on the track leave it under the crust Drop the bouquet by remains of its guts I got the blueprint now He a shoe-in now his sentry is up Dispenses wisdom in his cup, with his Fist to your mug and his wrist in the grub Overnight shelter, hole in a tree Ten more holes in the vole by my feet, and the Whole damn world is expecting me Ones through tens on a quest for the D and his Soul ain't free there's a cost to his Godship Stuck at the boss of survival who's strongest Pilgrimage is the sh** to be honest Speaks like a prophet, still making profit [Hook]