Mads Veslelia - Attack lyrics

Yeah, I'm back again Cut the cord, I'ma attack this pen 18 holes, me smashing them Not the sport, me smacking them I don't do golf, but I'm stacking them God damn points, what happened when You underestimate, the pace and chase a crazed little face who's strange enough to play bait Now listen up, everybody got a f**ing b**h or what? Everybody think they got a chick that don't s** co*k soon as they on trips but don't Be so quick to a**ume she be faithful When the truth is she be thinking about a dude that is not you And it's nachos dipping womb, in her room like boom-biddy-boom Put a condom on, 'bout to f** your feelings You, had it on lock but I knocked the door Twats leave this building I'm, hip-hop and I rock Damien said that I'm easy to mock So is Biggie and Pac, if you got b**h in your genes motherf** your opinion, ah! It's on little lama, gone in your mama, moan like I'm dada, song full of drama Don't give a f** nah, alone in pajamas, so I can blabla, no gonna stop mads Son, I'm your fatha, loan me your motha Hoes be traumatized, and I'm kinda tight When I grab the mic, so f** your life, yes I do bite That I'd be wack, who could ever think that? All I do is rap, I attack, where the f**'s my ink at This is my house, you the rat, better stop, you've been bad I got a cat, with a gat, so bye bye with a big bang I am jealous and that's why I f** you up I am outta control, and I troll you f**ing c*nts You a toilet to me, I only hug you when I'm drunk I'ma solider so please, you better s** my f**ing nuts, like (ahh) Can somebody give these G's some pills and a big gin Let em' get a piece or the breeze of cheese And the keys to the feels of a real street-king They don't wanna bleed, nobody speak But everybody got a funny tweet when I sleep So let's see, when it's time to meet You better talk sweet to me, cause I'm MV Yeah, I heard em' sang A lot of f**ing words, like *braaap swag* I got a lot of stuff, they can learn a thang But they know Mads, I'ma dirt-bag I f** sh** up and I burn *pang* Pain in the bu*t, *you gon' learn today* They call themselves eternal, but the journal just say turtle gang And this is over you see, you got a click full of psychos? I got a pitbull in me, you got no rhythm or system And I just dribble the beat I smash bars so hard so prison cannot stop me I'm free Yeah and I bet that, you know what the f** I mean When I say you better go play dead While I'm out just livin' my dream And I might just make no exceptions You either on or off my team So everybody bumping this b**h, you motherf**ers ain't cool with me! Cause he lie so much And I think it's time for me to tell you guys what's up He tried to get in touch with me, asking for collabs and such And when I told him “nope”, he went on telling childish stuff, and I'm like; Why you makin' up stories bro? I dissed you in a cypher, now you say I called your phone? Asking for permission to diss you before the song? That doesn't make any sense, you little who*e you don't, gotta be ah Full blown retard, understand you don't got a chance with me, nah And I feel like n9na, I believe a ballerina hide inside you Look like a peaco*k With beard and brains of a peanut I'm weird but I race and restart Never share my ways, gotta be smart They say I'm bad and f** Mads They leave in body bags, and I, cuffs And everybody laugh 'til I bust Some motherf**ing rap, and I just Made everybody clap, and I dust These little f**ing brats, and I cuss Cause I am just so f**ing tired of liars Tryna put out my fire And your album, sounds like a -draft- And your MV-diss anthem, I heard it, and laughed I got fans, with a magnum, converting your a** To a van, no ransom? Hurting you bad It's a wrap So give me thumbs down and give me the look I'll turn the screen upside down, and pretend that it's good I got sk**s, no crown, and the people that book Acts They believe I'ma clown, 'til they taste my attack