Holocaust (Remastered Lyrics) lyrics

[Intro]
Ha!
Hey guys!
Let's do one of those no melody songs
That'll be so creative
Huh?
Yuh!
Ayy, Wendigo
You sound like Kenny Beatz right now *laughing*
Oh my God
Hey!
Yuh
b*tch!
Yeah
Yeah


[Chorus]
B-B-b*tch I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the Holocaust
Pull up with that K on my Rifle, that's what the halo costs
Teacher said "You won't be succsessful making those animations"
Shutcho apple eatin' ass up and do some laminations
I'd tear a page out the bible if I be outta papers
I know n*ggas worshippin' idols put acid in your wafers
Pastor said "You won't be sucsessful makin' that boomin"
Did I ask a pus*y n*gga? You a human, and I'ma be a star soon
[Verse 1]
Wavy like Ahab, hit that n*gga with a harpoon
Save me I may have pullеd the trigger
Ate somе hard 'shrooms
Maybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoon
Yeah I
Feel like a cartoon
I'm in your devices
Perpatuate your vices in Crisis but I'm the nicest
Always eat your food with spices
Pay attention to the prices don't be made into a sucka
You won't have enough for suppa
Keep your numbers on the uppa
Tupperware eatin' my seatin' steady
On the carpet
I Park it
And then I sparket no marketin'
Hittin' targets
Hit like a guitar pick
That's strummin'
Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun
I chuckle and then I run

[Verse 2]
Run up I dumb it out
He wanna thump it out
Coconut mountain my b*tch gotta lump it out
Don't do no arguments
Pull up no parkin' it
You hear the sound when my n*ggas is sparkin' it
I got two hands on that b*tch I won't double-back
I got that cookie it double wrap
I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco
I popped a new bottle and blew out her back-o
I act like a wack-o
I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo
You a slimy ass n*gga
You drip like a garbage bag
Try me I always pull up with a larger mag
Built like a armory
n*ggas got no chance of harming me
Smoke up a garden G
I think it harden me
I am not hurtin'
My pain is too far to see
b*tch if we kick it
No way you said "nah" to weed?
Or to poppin' a bottle
We pop em' we waddle
I ain't never doddle I'm kicin' a throttle
While f*cking a model
I stay as a drawing your life is a novel
And most of it awful
Nobody read no more I stay on the screen you whore
You pay to get seen you bored
Don't play for no team
I'm bored
Talkin that sh*t yo lip like an as*h*le
Walk in that b*tch shoot the bricks out your castle
You and them n*ggas not pure just a satrel
That sh*t a purse
But it's less of a hassle
Why it got tassles?
Why it got tassles on it?
I won't pass the chronic to you
Super Sonic
Hoover-vacc*m b*tch
I pack her smackin' lips
My di*k attack her
Slip N' Slide
I back-hand quick
Stackin' chips like it's a pringles can get it crackin' b*tch n*gga
Bring it then
(Yuh)
Bring it then
(Yuh, Yuh)
[Bridge]
b*tch want smoke?
(b*tch want)
b*tch I'm smokin' gas
In my chambers like it's the holocaust
(QB)
b*tch bring the hate, bring the smoke
b*tch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
b*tch I'm feeling great
b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch
b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch
Yah
Yur
Okay

[Verse 3]
b*tch bring the hate
Bring the smoke
b*tch I'm feelin' great!
Chopstick get ate
f*ck yo fate
Change yo f*ckin' state
Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waste
I make you flip like a cake
f*ck yo zip yo cookie fake
I tend to drip when I bake
Put tobacco in my face
b*tch off the rit I be laced
Go outside and catch a case
The pus*y wet, from the mace
Riot dyin' in the street
Pick up the pace
f*ck you slowin for?
We racin' on our feet
[Verse 4]
We movin' hays
I'm amazed!
All these n*ggas fallin off!
FREE 14
All these other rappers suck
Spider gang
Choppa cough
b*tch on paper I look greater than presidents
Hippostaurous precedents
Got a roster of resonance copper?
Bother the residents proper
Stalkin your evidence locker
Medicine set it'll stomp your head in the droppa
I keep the led in the yappa
I get to poppin yo top or ya lecks and sever spit red
I'll drop you dead and in heaven with Papa

[Bridge]
B-B-b*tch I'm smokin' heat like an oven Hansel and Gretel
Sippin' tea Inside Your Neighborhood
Cannot handle the kettle
Pullin up, double glove and I'm buzzin'
Grippin' the medals
Spend a dozen and dip before he could settle
He want beef but he a chicken
I'm smokin' n*gga rotisserie
You history
I used my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo
I roll up my doobie-full
Of the beautyfull
Her booty pull be in cuz she suitable irrifutable
Run up on you make you a victim
I'm the f*ckin' shooter
I don't pay for features I lick em
Watch your damn computer
Back in high school they took my scooter
They made me a looter
I was smart I ain't need no tutor
Born a true intruder

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the Holocaust
Pull up with that K on my Rifle, that's what the halo costs
Teacher said "You won't be succsessful making those animations"
Teacher and the doctor got no patience
I feel like a cartoon
I feel like a cartoon

[Outro]
Oh, my god
Bro
Now we're so original
I just made a f*cking new genre
Oh my god, so lyrical
They I'm going to get so much clou-
(clout)