Grand Slam ft. Stargo Da Don Lyrics

Hehehe hahahaha

Yes!

(Roger that)

Drop it

Ugh

Listen

I'm like a million Pina Coladas

As mean as schools of Piranhas

Hotter than the heat from the sun

And you just a sauna

Got the meanest demeanor

Dealing subpoenas

And fellas and hyenas

Acting and spazzing off as rappers

I'm breaking these lighters

Regressing

Tactical advancing

Like machetes

Slashing the beat

From the top of the flow it's just gushing with heat when I start to smash

WHO THAT?

The answer is the angriest masochist fucking up the beat

The shit's the nastiest

Call the activist

To react to this

Oh my God!

He's disastrous

Breaking the leg

He's Lazarus

Making em beg for their hands at the edge of the keg

When I'm slouching it

Oh my word!

He's so passionate

Taking the brains and he smashing em

Draining the veins and I'm wrapping em

Taking the names and I'm tagging em

Cos you outta the picture

Mark it and fixed ya with he poked you with the devil's pitcher

Till you leaking with juice (Jews)

Like Bar Mitzvah

Lemme think huh

My dick's hard

Lemme stick it in your chick huh

Im outta this world

Walk on the moon

This is Hip Hop!

Heheee

"Who the fuck said that?

Who's this funny lil -dominoe – shaped – plangled- toe- cocksucker down here

Who just signed his own death warrant?

Well, no shit!

What have we got here?

Fucking comedian

Private joker

I admire your honesty

Hell I like you!

You can come over to my house and fuck my sister"

Yeah

See get your mind blown

Faster than a cyclone that's running on Nitro

Get your mic blown

Listening to my flow

Whenever you're in the right zone

Turn the lights on

I know you're scared

What imma do when the lights off

So I'm pushing it through your left ear

And I'm pulling it out your right ear

When I'm in your vicinity

I'm killing every rapper until its infinity

I'm rolling in with my crew we more high man (hymen) like virginity

See we finna be

The best on the set when you talking lyrically

So it's impossible for you to walk in the shoes of a ****

We stay dope

No amphetamines

We load on artilleries

We hope that you won't want to join all our enemies

The felonies on these melodies

Make inevitable memories

So ain't no way in hell

You saying you forgetting me

See imma be a centerpiece if it takes every percent of me

And I stay on my grind whether you a foe or a friend of me

Feel the adrenaline settling with all these rhymes I'm peddling

I make you smile

Bring the color to your cheeks; melanin

You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece

Do you suck dick?

Sir No Sir!

Bullshit! I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hole

Sir No Sir!

I don't like the name Lawrence

Only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence

From now on you're Golden Pile

Sir Yes Sir!

Do you think I'm cute?

Private Pile?

Do you think I'm funny?

I give a Nun hell

Atheist; nothing

A hoe; heaven

Head crack 666 with no 7

Murk cats on wax with rap

My flow weapon

Then I been doing time in my grind

I'm no felon

Mind blowing in the coupe

With no roof

Got no melon

Or in the trap house

I blacks out like

No shelling

Suicidal to my idols

And my rivals

Like the Eiffel Tower

I stand tall

With nothing to stand on

Plus nothing to stand for

I'm that close from being perfect

Acknowledge my knowledge

Cos I feel I deserve it

These other rappers talent

Is half penny or worthless

Got em looking like transporters when they get nervous

My purpose

On earth is

Live it up to my verdict

Cos niggas is colder

Than immigrants when they deserted

Bring the shock outta you like bad news when you heard it

When I'm driven by emotion I won't be needing permits