BOWSER! ft. Grayson Lyrics

Fucking up these beats

You can call me Dr. Dre

I go hard on the feats

Even though I'm never paid

Soft serve dealer

Keeping it vanilla

Young Michael Myers

I was born to be a killa

I'm a motherfucking troopa

Spitting all this fire

Like my name King Koopa

If music was a kingdom

I would be the fucking ruler

No days off for me

I ain't no Ferris Bueller

Sorry Mario, but your bitch is in another castle

You ain't finna win this battle

Blue shells all up in my satchel

Round you up like fucking cattle

You pussies suck like Kirby

Yeah, I'm out here getting dirty

Ain't no bitch finna disturb me

Alright, so

I think I'm gonna try to come in like

Alright, let's stop playing

Maybe like

Once told y'all to call me Luigi

Now you're bout to call me Versace

When I touch mics it's gettin' saucy

Sodden panties in the lobby

I don't call this no hobby

This fire fallin' out the sky

These bitches Yoshi

Better hide or you gon' die

Been the demon of the night

Since y'all was young and pickin' fights

I'll be the darkness in the light

Until these mics is filled with pints

Ain't gonna take a war wit yo

Just to know that you lost

You fuck with me, I'll get those beams to get crossed

Step in the ring you'll get tossed

Ain't gotta hear what you froth

Witness the kings rule

You ain't bout touch the family jewels

Pull up

Drank

Then I'm diving in the pool

I'm arriving at that place I said I know I be

And at the top I spell catastrophe

It's like my beautiful masterpiece

The rest of these bitches stumbled and fell

Comin' after me

I'm dastardly chillin and passin around the barrel

Let you guess at what it's filled with

Then I'm gone