Yungjay - Batteries (Bonus) lyrics

(Verse 1: MIKEG) Heard koolade bishop's coming for his mac soon I'm a have to cut the body up and stash it in a black track suit And wrap that in plastic, so the maggots don't attack it I'm laughing, 3 days later at your open casket I'm sick, Shoved it in your mom's bum And made her sh** to a backflip Chatted all your crack attacks, thesis Heard you like to smoke your own peices Believe it, MikeG b**h aka the black Jesus Put sister on her knees and make her snort penis Left your nieces in pieces wish you could have seen it b**h LACPSBFD, f** Koolade! (Verse 2: Yungjay) And we ain't talkin bout the drink, n***a There'll be two hits in this fight okay kid Me hitting you and you hitting the pavement Your breath you need to save it Because I smell the bullsh** fragrance Ever since gay marriage, I haven't beat a f*g since Punching holes in walls just to kick you in the balls And head bu*tin s*uts and uppercut them in their f**ing jaw Piss me off, Will get you pissed on p**y I`ll have you sprayed like the cat named tron T minus raw, f** the Midas touch The grim reapers hand but I don`t masturbate much But uhh... I f** your favorite b**h leaving cuts Cuz I`m... soo sharp when I bust a nut it`s enough to fill up a magic school bus And hot enough to make your favorite rapper move to cuba Call of duty must of taught you your weaponry Look up dragons skin when stepping to me Picked an unnecessary beef with the boy on the block It`s all fun and games till one of our firearms get locked! (Verse 3: MIKEG and Yungjay) I gotcha waka flocka, hit this b**h wit the forth and the sixth in Cut his dreads off an he`s looking like dixon Antwuan, time to change this b**hes tampon Now his nose is all bloody from the muddy Brothers slash half blood buddies, (Yungjay: Yung f**in Jay) I got this I was only six, when I hit em for his onyx Light a**a**ins had to penetrate I don`t blame you, It`s fate that your f**ing fake (Yungjay) f** koolade, this b**h is a grenade sh** gets me heated faster than a micro-wave In the center of a rave, In the middle of summer while he`s workin like a slave Had a crush with a s*ut who had f**in aids He would still penetrate, Fruits of my labour? s** on my grapes Fight me when your in shape, soap won't clean the slate Invest in proctology cuz your a** you need to save