Perfect Hand Crew - New Era lyrics

[Verse 1: Tasty TooK] It's Tasty, what did you expect? It's me again prick, show me respect Bad b**h, I wanna a blow job and a big steak No piss take, so add a Cheesecake Wake and bake, get some flakes Take a milkshake, shake it don't wait Switch from French to English when I operate Don't be foolish, man be concentrate What's that face? Are you constipate? TooK in the place, I'm a heavyweight Don't talk, don't hesitate Tell a man straight you're fake, I'm great, don't hate I do this thing for years I know how to roll spliffs and drink beers I make your girl wet, drink it clear I'm turnin' your dream into a nightmare I'm a french musketeer fightin' ninjas Come if u dare I'm sick like cancer Who's Tasty? you know the answer How can u scare me? When I scare ya Them man know that I spit the truth You know wagwan when I'm in the booth Im a french chef so I feed the youth Punch in your face, Man you lose a tooth Im a French rapper, fresh spitter, moneymaker Tasty like pasta, like cheese, like ganja Blud I need a Rizla If I don't find one, man I burn ya [Hook] What are you gonna say What are you gonna do It's too late to pray Too early to move Guess what, guess what, guess who It's my Perfect Hand Crew Then my Perfect Hand slew You you don't know what to do [Verse 2: Billy] Your phobia Deep in your mind, I'm your phobia You dream, you're the boss, you're a soldier But nothing you can do will be savin' ya I'm the phobia People think I'm the godzilla Ready or not, leave the area Coz ain't nobody to rescue ya You diggin' the vibe You dipped in iron You chill in the night While my sh** is going viral I'm the dark in the light, I'm turnin' your thoughts suicidal Well you know I'm right inside and outside, I'm out and high when i'm grabbin' the mic Grabbin' the mic You know I'm high when I'm grabbin' the mic Lose myself when I'm rapin' the track Its rap grime trap when I'm grabbin' the mic When I'm grabbin' the mic Burn up the crowd when I'm grabbin' the mic I get in your brains, I'm tearing them out I puke on your swag when I'm grabbin' the mic It's your phobia Comin' back and I'm foolin' ya Billy bolt crack and he's bullyin' ya You won't believe your eyes, I'm your phobia Even gloria, won't survive to this Korean Min Jeong tchaki in the belly And now Billy's your main phobia [Hook]