[Verse 1]
Some say that I'm trash and have the nerve to say my shit 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 fuck, blow
I wanna bump this
That's what's up, grab your cup
Show respect and raise your glass
I'm gonna slap that motherfuckin' shit outta your hand just to make a splash
Take your cash, steal your bitch
Only spit the realest shit
Serious, y'all motherfuckеrs 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 scumbag superstar that's on the rise!
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know who they fuckin' with
Get in the bitch, stomp, kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this is fuckin' brass knuckle shit
In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up
People run and they dump fuckin' shit up
Drink, smoke, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we hit it with that brass knuckle shit!
[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 dick, 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 fuck
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, fuck 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 shit
You know we 'bout to crash it
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know who they fuckin' with
Get in the bitch, stomp, kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this is fuckin' brass knuckle shit
In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up
People run and they dump fuckin' shit up
Drink, smoke, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we hit it with that brass knuckle shit!
[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
...
That's what I thought, now take your seats
Hit hard, making craters like an asteroid rock
Now the game has seen more fuckin' 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 fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know who they fuckin' with
Get in the bitch, stomp, kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this is fuckin' brass knuckle shit
In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up
People run and they dump fuckin' shit up
Drink, smoke, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we hit it with that brass knuckle shit!
