[Intro]
([?] made this one)
(Ayo, K, turn that **** up!)
[Chorus 1: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
I've noticed inconsistencies in what I've asked and what you've done
Test me, I'll be forced to turn your brother to an only son
'Fore you speak I have three words to describe who I am: not the one
I recall my request to keep your quarters kept, you're quite forgetful
I hypothesize what you speak will leave you quite regretful
My attempts to let the action rest wеre sadly not successful
Your discomfort's a side еffect, I'm the one who this makes feel dreadful
[Verse 1: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
Fifth amend when I attend, silence, your message pigeon's snitchin'
Pressed? I'll snap a pic up for the press to let them know you're missing
You're G. washed up, I rock G. Wash, no, you don't know these britches
Edison confirmed it, you're lightwork, therefore you're known for switchin'
Watch your tone, I'm major, you're minor, don't risk it, pushin' G's
We gossip drop at your pity parties, we got to pushin' Teas
Your disrespect has become the centerpiece of my memories
I'll introduce you to your doom but first I'll let you meet defeat
"Pocket watch" you might tell, I've been known to strike twelve
Second hand the talk, you should've waltzed before the night fell
Brail the bars I've got, they feel them lots, though yours are quite frail
I can't ship you and boo, she settled for you, so she might sail
Don't near me with "Here Ye's", I'm no fellow to hello
Got bars of gold, whithout Young Metronome you can't go the tempo
Need Trojan Horses just to open your doors, your O's don't crescendo
A resource to me drips or gets lit, you don't hold the potential, look either
You've got digits, I've got digits, mine just hold the best attendance
You got gifted, I got gifts, ain't talkin' 'bout the peasant present
This your drip? I spot mirages, poverty parked in your pockets
Pirate type, digging up ex's, heard she's at the spot where Mark is
You don't take L's on every day, just ones that end in Y
Complying's optional but a small fee of your life applies
Shots heard around the world, Revere don't even know quite how I'm comin'
Excalibur caliber, sir, it's set in stone, you ain't gon' cut it
([?] made this one)
(Ayo, K, turn that **** up!)
[Chorus 1: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
I've noticed inconsistencies in what I've asked and what you've done
Test me, I'll be forced to turn your brother to an only son
'Fore you speak I have three words to describe who I am: not the one
I recall my request to keep your quarters kept, you're quite forgetful
I hypothesize what you speak will leave you quite regretful
My attempts to let the action rest wеre sadly not successful
Your discomfort's a side еffect, I'm the one who this makes feel dreadful
[Verse 1: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
Fifth amend when I attend, silence, your message pigeon's snitchin'
Pressed? I'll snap a pic up for the press to let them know you're missing
You're G. washed up, I rock G. Wash, no, you don't know these britches
Edison confirmed it, you're lightwork, therefore you're known for switchin'
Watch your tone, I'm major, you're minor, don't risk it, pushin' G's
We gossip drop at your pity parties, we got to pushin' Teas
Your disrespect has become the centerpiece of my memories
I'll introduce you to your doom but first I'll let you meet defeat
"Pocket watch" you might tell, I've been known to strike twelve
Second hand the talk, you should've waltzed before the night fell
Brail the bars I've got, they feel them lots, though yours are quite frail
I can't ship you and boo, she settled for you, so she might sail
Don't near me with "Here Ye's", I'm no fellow to hello
Got bars of gold, whithout Young Metronome you can't go the tempo
Need Trojan Horses just to open your doors, your O's don't crescendo
A resource to me drips or gets lit, you don't hold the potential, look either
You've got digits, I've got digits, mine just hold the best attendance
You got gifted, I got gifts, ain't talkin' 'bout the peasant present
This your drip? I spot mirages, poverty parked in your pockets
Pirate type, digging up ex's, heard she's at the spot where Mark is
You don't take L's on every day, just ones that end in Y
Complying's optional but a small fee of your life applies
Shots heard around the world, Revere don't even know quite how I'm comin'
Excalibur caliber, sir, it's set in stone, you ain't gon' cut it
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