[Intro: Wombat]
Yeah, Wom-bat!
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Wombat]
Yeah
Rhymes are like a shotty, cock it back and get ya
The kick will have them spinning backwards doing capoeira
Break apart my bars and put them back together
Making rappers practice, doesn't matter, they're still wack as ever
Yeah, Rikodeine with antihistamines
I'm mixing up a potion like a lab professor
I'm not good at keeping secrets so I had to tell her
I'll demolish their whole discography with an acapella
Yeah, witness the omniscient God spitting on this
Likе watching a locksmith get out from prsion
I'm that mixture of John Wick with a bomb ticking
Mixed with Godzilla and King Kong, I'm a don with it
Yеah, all of my songs written in nonfiction
Stop tripping cause I get lost in, I've gone missing
Yeah, still they do not listen
Still, they do not listen
Yeah, chop up a mix and I spin it with White Ox
Go for a joy ride til the whip is a write-off
They're shivering cause I'm sick, I've been pissing them right off
I'm a monster like Kyle, put my fist through the dry wall
Cause when I listen to em spit, I get sick, I get tired of it
If it isn't reliable, been licking shots and I'm sipping on Fireball
I get so pissed, the whole room is finna spin like a vinyl
Bitch I get fried, just look at my eyeballs
Yeah, Wom-bat!
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Wombat]
Yeah
Rhymes are like a shotty, cock it back and get ya
The kick will have them spinning backwards doing capoeira
Break apart my bars and put them back together
Making rappers practice, doesn't matter, they're still wack as ever
Yeah, Rikodeine with antihistamines
I'm mixing up a potion like a lab professor
I'm not good at keeping secrets so I had to tell her
I'll demolish their whole discography with an acapella
Yeah, witness the omniscient God spitting on this
Likе watching a locksmith get out from prsion
I'm that mixture of John Wick with a bomb ticking
Mixed with Godzilla and King Kong, I'm a don with it
Yеah, all of my songs written in nonfiction
Stop tripping cause I get lost in, I've gone missing
Yeah, still they do not listen
Still, they do not listen
Yeah, chop up a mix and I spin it with White Ox
Go for a joy ride til the whip is a write-off
They're shivering cause I'm sick, I've been pissing them right off
I'm a monster like Kyle, put my fist through the dry wall
Cause when I listen to em spit, I get sick, I get tired of it
If it isn't reliable, been licking shots and I'm sipping on Fireball
I get so pissed, the whole room is finna spin like a vinyl
Bitch I get fried, just look at my eyeballs
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