Nerve - Lunch Bars lyrics

(verse 1 nerve and skrub) Ayo hush son Or get the fu*k up Catch me in the back of the club i'm putting my ones up A numb nut banging my track in the back of dump trucks Like wassup Screws up in my cat like im a monster Yo fu*k a punter in the crowd Catch me at the pokie stacks Cause it's a gamble for these rappers if they think they dope with tracks Without a feature You ain't getting on my flow son Cause who said you were dope… No one! I'd be lying if i said i wasn't in it for the moolah Get the crowd like ooh-rah Yeah only spat a two bar But thе sh*t was too hard Kill it like im on a spree Atop the scenе plotting schemes like a monogon The slim shady look alike That high voice wanna be Got them gold fingers james bond it like i'm connery I don't wanna see the schemes that you've written You ain't married to the game so i can't fu*k with you like judism Yeah sounding like a yank (hmm) Kinda wack man You jumping in the cypher like t-t-t-team backpack Ayo scratch that I put skinny crackers on the map lad Ya trap rap's toxic catch me rocking a hazmat You think your life just to party Then watch me crash that Rocking up in matte black with my pen and pad packed Crowd going bap bap Like wombat when i drop raps Yo and just like him you best believe i'm where the bongs at Aye clock that I'm always on track When i work the whip Murking clicks When i turn a spliff to a verse that's sick I'm wondering how many rappers in my furnace fiits All of em! Cause i burn em quick till they turn and crisp I murder kids if i haven't seen em earn a stripe Cause i comrade rappers with the way i murder mics Represent the ugly punk with a dirty mind With a face that makes girls i like wanna turn to dykes (verse 2 nerve and skrub) Yo we party and then we bullsh*t Say you pack a gat never seen you pull it I smack em back to school kid Smashing tracks Back to back Classic raps Lad you should practise that Matter fact catch a slap It's the action packed Braniac with the magic pad Think your rap is fat Man i'm natural as my habitat Yeah i got you backtracking like a map on some manny pack when i smack a cat till he's flashing back Like acid tabs got you tripping when i spit a verse I'm sick with words always leave em in a clinic burnt Tell me go to hell nah i bring the whole thing to work cause these other rappers got no drive unless they're in a hearse Think you're ill with verbs cause you're a drill rapper I could rap overdosed on smack but you're still wacker Pill packer on some dumb type rap Your album ain't a hit son where's the punch lines at Yeah i heard your sh*t Didn't understand one line spat Sir if you think about dissin' better run right back This ain't just some hype track We stay real on the regular Say what you want but you still ain't impressing us We steez it up Greasy punks that never eat enough cause every emcee we see they flee or maybe been at lunch For this past year on every single day week or month so soon theres gonna be no more rappers left in the scene but us Trust cause you know it's nerve the verbal murderer Serving up words for the purpose of murking these herbs with a burner You learn from the worst i serve a sermon in the urban verse Leaving nerds reserved and then return with a curse for the earth Ugh Tell em right now it's too easy So catch me put the scene in a box like houdini