Brass Knuckle sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some say that I'm trash and have the nerve to say my sh*t is garbage
Others paint online and blow me off like a Nintendo cartridge
Honestly, there's others who've been down since when I started
They stay loyal even when I let them down, it was retarded
On and on, I'm stayin' solid, Agent Orange, Sunkist
Cuckoo said f*ck, blow
I wanna bump this
That's what's up, grab your cup
Show respect and raise your glass
I'm gonna slap that motherf*ckin' sh*t outta your hand just to make a splash
Take your cash, steal your b*tch
Only spit the realest sh*t
Serious, y'all motherf*ckеrs got no clue who you dealin' with
Lyrics sick when I drop
But by Z, my tеam shine on the streets
High beams, get on that stage and dive
While y'all just plagiarize
I keep it hard, but y'all are soft
Ba-ba-baby thighs
Look in the haters' eyes and see the rage inside
To see a sc*mbag superstar that's on the rise!

[Chorus]
Bang your head to this f*ckin' brass knuckle sh*t
Show them haters they don't know who they f*ckin' with
Get in the b*tch, stomp, kick, start punchin' sh*t
You know what it is, this is f*ckin' brass knuckle sh*t
In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up
People run and they dump f*ckin' sh*t up
Drink, smoke, fight, f*ck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a f*ck, we hit it with that brass knuckle sh*t!

[Verse 2 - Lens]
Okay, well I am Lens, hello, it's nice to meet ya
I brought my brass knuckles to this Q Strange feature
I'm a creature that'll beat ya, eat ya like a slice of pizza
Chasin' wrinkles like Aretha, I am Ether in a sneaker
Runnin' hot, no I.M.P., but I mean pepper
But whatever, like the devil got a fever
They say that I'm on fire, but I swear I'm off the meter
You can tell her suck my di*k, make her choke on my urethra
'Cause the way she pickin' pickled peppers, thought her name was Peter
I'm the leader of my genre
Well as if I had one, you know I couldn't give a f*ck
Even if I had one, the game is full of Frito-Lays, so I'm tryna bag some
Beat you till you out of breath as if you had a bad lung
Stomp you, kick you, punch you, f*ck you, pullin' out your damn tongue
I swear that I am shammed, son
You can get your ass kicked
I will put you in your mouth
I'm handing out that brass sh*t
You know we 'bout to crash it
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this f*ckin' brass knuckle sh*t
Show them haters they don't know who they f*ckin' with
Get in the b*tch, stomp, kick, start punchin' sh*t
You know what it is, this is f*ckin' brass knuckle sh*t

In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up
People run and they dump f*ckin' sh*t up
Drink, smoke, fight, f*ck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a f*ck, we hit it with that brass knuckle sh*t!

[Verse 3]
Takin' a break from the game, but hey, I know they say the link's pathetic
Bettin' that you hatin' the way as if you wasn't interacting
It's the record, about to set it off, I'm on a winnin' streak
You look like a dummy, like a chubby kid in skinny jeans
Anybody wanna say somethin' to the kid when I'm up in the building? Speak your piece
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That's what I thought, now take your seats
Hit hard, making craters like an asteroid rock
Now the game has seen more f*ckin' change than a coin slot
Hold up, wait, I need to motivate myself, but no, I ain't
Notice I'm the dopest, only hopeless 'cause I phoned away
Every hope and dream and goal I had in life, and so I pray
God, just let me make it in this game before I'm rottin' gray
I treat my dreams like hoes, I only sleep with 'em
Now I gotta go and make 'em work for me, and so I'm steady pimpin'
Call me a rap behemoth seepin' from beneath the streets
And let me see you people throw it up as if you was bulimic
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this f*ckin' brass knuckle sh*t
Show them haters they don't know who they f*ckin' with
Get in the b*tch, stomp, kick, start punchin' sh*t
You know what it is, this is f*ckin' brass knuckle sh*t

In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up
People run and they dump f*ckin' sh*t up
Drink, smoke, fight, f*ck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a f*ck, we hit it with that brass knuckle sh*t!