Smith To Samurai Lyrics

Wait, hold on

Turn up the 808s

I don't need or want a heartache

But I gotta rap about it

So that I don't go ape shit

Pounded out this verse so many times

I'm like King Kong

Battling some monsters for the sake of the world

Battling the monster so that I can reach my goals

Without a reasonable doubt I'm out

And I'm down for the count

One, two, three, four

I can't even make a sword

Five, six, seven, eight

Who do I appreciate?

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

Can this even pay the bills?

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

I don't think they'll really miss me

Yeah I found an edge

So what does it matter then?

Yo, that was sick shatter them

You got him six? Batter them

You can cut a cake

But can you cut his neck?

Even in a revolution

You'll complain about the deaths

Hit a mortar round and go deaf

Bitch and walk around like you an extra in the Walking Dead

Consuming like a zombie

Do you have the muscle to stop me?

I'm a lyrical genius

And I work out every day like a machine (Say less)

Wanna take a vacay in Budapest

When I'm the best

And you the pest

Fester a little like a molester

Hannibal Lector

Silence little lamb

'Cause I'm about to sharpen my edge

One, two, three, four

Man I'm getting really bored

Five, six, seven, eight

Should I care if you relate?

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

Keep ya lyrics to yourself

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

I hope that He gives you a blessing

In my home studio

Single after single

I hope you brought a flare signal

'Cause when I send you to hell

You'll be shooting it at Satan while running for the well

Coraline but you gon die

You don't have a magic cat to make it out this time

Listen, I'm the Other Mother

The illest rapping anti-hero

Bringing a redemption to your arc

Mention ZUKO in the spirit world

And you'll be getting burned

By the dragon of the west

I'm the best

I got the rhymes to prove

I know your every move

You're predictable you imbecile

I'll choke you out like Vader too

Leave your corpse rotting

In the ground like an apple core

But you just might end up getting eaten

By my old pal Ryuk

Got your name in a Death Note

Your career wasn't even that old

Damn that's a shame

But hey, that's how you win the game

No hard feelings man

It's just the code of honor

And you best believe I ain't giving that up

Took me three seasons, seriously?