Kirk - Gnat lyrics

(coughs) They say these bars are like covid, you get em right off the bat These sh*ts will rupture your noggin, just like a sinus attack b*tches be tryna come at me, why would you try to do that b*tch you get eviscerated, before you even try to react I’m back with the sh*ts, hoe Bar-strapped, lyric gat to your temple When i snap it is not accidental, like a strap on the fu*kin back of your ripped clothes Motherfu*k a rarri, get a ‘lac or a benzo b*tch, i spaz with the pencil Raps will go mental Wrath of a schizo Battle me, then go Laugh when the sh*t goes Back on you ten fold When i hear that bass thump in my beyers I’m lookin’ at you like lunch has arrived Cub to a lion, i always hunt for my tribe Puncture and prying, i’ll fu*kin’ rupture your spine Trust me, i’ll pop open my trunk and then i’ll dump you inside b*tch Get the pump, or the 9 then you can get trumped with the .45 If you never fu*kin’ with my music, b*tch bye then God of terrors, cause hysterics and you all will perish I’ll be at your service, i’ll appall the bearers. and i never missed, so it’s a lotta bodies, it’s a body party, better call ciara, sh*t, i’ll fu*k around and leave em’ all embarrassed, you the type to go and call a sheriff, sh*t, you all are fairies. shut up b*tch, i’m speaking i’m kamala harris co*kin’ these verses, and i love to see ‘em drop with each word spit I’m so suave it’s a curse b*tch when i walk, even when i talk it’s in cursive Aye hop on kirk’s dick, then takeoff like kirshnik Durn it, stop the absurd sh*t I have been cursed with the thoughts of a wordsmith They say these bars are like zika, i got this sh*t in my blood Should probably call me john gotti, got arms on my body like they tryna give me a hug You’ll be at the end of your rope when i pull it, so don’t make me give it a tug b*tch it’s war, if you crossing my line, then i’m dragging you; period, b*tch i’m not giving a fu*k She said i only want if the dicks insane, trick, i’m hung like a picture frame b*tch you’re done, when the pencil spray Spit them slugs when i fu*kin’ grip them thangs Where i grew up all the kids would say vicious names, made me wanna get a k, click and aim, pop another clip and bang, shoot the whole class; call it picture day The audacity of half of these rappers Laughably wack mcs think they can clash with me and practically strain When i’m dragged in beef, but when i’m writing disses back, i be Half asleep at applebee’s, that’s actually, naturally, why they call it a casualty, cause i be killin’ y’all casually Can’t stop now i’m heated Pistol to ya face b*tch, that’s how you’re greeted You really wanna play? then bring a beat and i’ll eat it, im never leaving a crumble, each single meal is completed Never leaving til i see all you retreated b*tch i can never be beaten, don’t ever call me conceited ‘cause you know that Bar for bar, i’m never bein’ defeated If i ever was, i’d log in your sh*t and fu*kin’ delete it