Martin Malota - Post Mortem lyrics

Malota Return of the Mola, Postmortem Never came close to folding. I'm still holding Still showing you the ways of the lost golden years of rap Hold my cognac. I'm bout to go in You'll be surprised I'm leaving when I rev the exhaust quick Exercise my demons like the devil does cross fit Your team's even-Steven with the levels I crossed b**h Your whole crew's manure, g'head and revel in horse sh** Mic Jesus. My cross to bear and still carry it Cam'ron on a horse and carriage. I'm on a chariot Pisces Iscariot. Ignite a lariat and Swing it around a fire and nick cannons. Hilarious America's got talent. Who wanna move on? Aware of all my challengers. sh** is lukewarm I'm there with all my management, with a suit on And Erica toss salads, who wanna crouton? I'm in a Rolls with fifty shades of grey poupon Condoms my condiments, I'm trying to get my Groupon You Living Social or Living Single? You trying to mingle? Kringle like Chris, Pringle like chips, dog - Bingo Biased to Bilas, but shout out to Trey Wingo I gotta go to work on the track. I Kraft Singles Grilled Cheese, I'm filthy when I fill these lines With words that I got to rhyme at least sixteen times