No Idols - Le Marchand De La Mort lyrics

[Intro: Eluzai, Jannah, Kid Travis & No Idols] Eluzai: Well now, It's been a while since you've visited us No Idols: Not like I had a choice last time, but I have something to do here, so-- Kid Travis: No, no, no, no, no, you're here to see my face...I knew you missed my face No Idols: Yeah, no, that's not the reason Jannah: Then..Why did you come back? No Idols: To be perfectly honest with you...I have people to get rid of Kid Travis: Well then, You have the floor, Kid Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Show them where you stand [Verse 1: No Idols] Yeah, I know what you thinking and I don't give a f** APE is tighter than pedophilia bu*t f**s, telling you n***as what's what I'll grab the dirtiest verse from out of a dump truck And chop your lips off just for thinking you can discuss us Tell me, who the f** said it would be fair? This is the time to be aware or to beware Don't talk to me about your b**h, I do not care I'll make my woody buzz just to f** her for a lightyear Gone for a minute? What the f** is you talking bout I was on TBP, what you ain't heard about that, n***a? Flew to LA and back, n***a Crowded by 795 wack n***as sh** is getting personal, Don't take it to the heart Steve Irwin, Mothaf**a, bringing Bindi to the dark side Midwinter isolating rappers like Apartheid Leave you stranded in a sandbox, Make a far cry The way I picture you n***as, Holding a f**ing crutch I take the shot, zoom in and double tap, that's a retouch Don't come to me, talking bout ease up Aye, B, see me with the hands, I'll leave you riding on Deez Nuts Which one of you mothaf**ers gonna stop me I'm a nazi, that means ga**ing these n***as up is my hobby Dragging them out the stu just to do away with your body I ran into Kanye like a pole was in the lobby he slept in I told him “G.O.O.D. Music was the f**ing plan But, it's all a dream like the finale on Roseanne APE has been the label, you should know that I'm the man And I'm bout to f**ing blow up with my pack of stans” Get it? Pakistans? Snuck in like Contraband Heard the beat, loved it, hit stop before your verse began Sent your a** a message like Stop. That's a telegram Boy, you already know you sweeter than some Marzipan We are not the same, you're a lame as my coeval I don't even look up to God, where's my cathedral A test tube baby, no wonder you're f**ing see through I don't speak, I'll send my boys to k** you pussies, Cecil Y'all n***as sit and watch Power and Empire I'm in the cut building a powerful empire I'm uninspired by rappers that'll expire And swear that they taking shots when they're catching the backfire And everything you spit is far from the truth I heard you calling out for babe, but the last name Ruth I'm in the zone, b**h, don't step in the booth The way I'm k**ing these n***as, I think my last name Roof [Interjection: Eluzai, Jannah, Kid Travis & No Idols] Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Really? Was that actually necessary? No Idols: Maybe... [Verse 2: No Idols] I found 15 bodies, all of them dead rappers Snap at me and get ensnared like an Internet actor I heard all your likes and plays came from an Internet hacker But, your woman is a catch, I'll be in her net after I swear I'm a ba*tard, here is the nominees for denominator Kryciz and a band of his favorite haters These n***as is full of stories, that's the life of a narrator Childish since you came up out that Wu Tang Generator Really, I could give a f** about your namesake Try to muscle up and get cooked, That's a clam bake You were forged with the sk**, b**h, you've always been a fake It's only once a month when you n***as were ever menstruate You touch my dinner plate, I'll dump you by the interstate And make your girl a trap queen if she's 17 to 38 I been snapping like the sound from a new whip I'll snatch your lung out just to give it to my new chick Like, "I know it's not an ear, guessing I can't f**ing hear But you need this organ more than all these other f**ing queers You can take one and rest of them, I'll commandeer Hang them like some chandeliers, keep them all as souvenirs.” The bars was cute, but your flow is flawed I've been clapping tracks for so long that the beat is a round of applause Funny how Drizzy is the 6th God Because I clorxed the other five out, Amanda Todd [Outro: Eluzai, Jannah, Kid Travis & No Idols] No Idols: I'm the enemies' ene-- Kid Travis: Alright, alright, you've said enough to make us fear you... Wake up Eluzai: Wake up... Jannah: Wake up... Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Wake up...