Artist: → Cruddy Atone
Verse i
Give me a knife, give a pen, it’s same
Get me a hater, get a paper, it’s same
Am gonna cut that throat of a hater
Like how i wrote this bars on a paper
Am not gonna say am sorry
Am gonn kill these rappers don’t worry
Am gonn kill em all no hurry
Untill all are clear no blurry
I got this, put in the middle of your rappers
I got this, watch me how i turn em be clappers
I got this, or i even might lose my sensors
I got this, or i might cut that throat
I pray to god that this fake rappers die
And may he grant a chair for rappers like i
Who we gonna ride ride till we die
Not alike the mainstream who die, i wonder why?
I wonder why this niggas sing the same thing
We better hope in fast and take that chance
Cut that throat of a rapper in advance
Them is a whack so we wack em’ all
So get me a knife, get me pen
Get me a hater, get me a paper
I gotta cut that throat of a hater
Like how i wrote these bars on a paper
Verse ii
See i got more, more nigga
I come hard and then i go nigga
I gotta cut that throat
Like how i wrote these bars
It’s throat time i gotta cut that throat
It’s go time so i gotta go for mine
But i see more friends telling me how to
A bunch of more haters way better than friends
Like rappers are fake we gotta cut their throat
Most of them are weak they can’t roar a boat
They ain’t got pricetag all they got they is a qoute
Am coming for you better keep your eyes open
So get me a knife, get me pen
Get me a hater, get me a paper
I gotta cut that throat of a hater
Like how i wrote these bars on a paper
…..finito…..