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Kerser
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Kerser is Sick
*turntable scratching*
Let me explain something
Kerser *scratching*
Kerser *scratching*
Kerser is sick!
What it is, it's the man of the moment
And any other moment that they claimin' I own it
Kerser flavour, yeah I sprinkle on top
They hangin' like a junkie needs a hit, I'll sprinkle a lot
So good with rap, no lookin' back
Shit there beef gets wrapped like cooked kebabs
I'mma light this spliff, you can ride this dick
I get the flu, people hang around to try and get sick
It ain't likely kid, I was born with this
This is bad for your brain, there's your warning bitch
As I pour a mix and chop fourteen sticks
That's a half oz here like my family mix, ya dig?
If not, fuck off, you must stop
I'll take you to the top, fuckin' oath so you can jump off
No more games, shit you know me by now
And if ya haven't heard ya best to know I'm ownin' the town, bitch
Put 'em up, raise 'em up, we gon' get high
Yes I demand that I'm the best I
Will never stop 'till they murder me, shit
You should have fucking knew it bitch, Kerser is sick
I walked in, kicked the door like 'hold up, nah wait wait'
'I used that last time, let me set it straight mate'
The sickest is back, ridiculous rap
Hold the fingers like that and hurt ya misses's flaps
They askin' 'bout me, where's he going, is he singed, no
You giving me a contract and you think I'm gonna sign, no
I did it myself, I wanna keep it that way
Pile up the ashcay and waste it on a mad day
The way I'm livin' man they pay me to bounce
While my fans sing my shit, they gotta say it out loud
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You can find me at the club, rubber band around the notes
Who said I never made shit? I gotta jam it down their throats
Certainly the sickest, got me hurtin' all you bitches
Then they turn on me for instance cause I'm burnin' all their lyrics
Hit me back, come and see me on my death bed
With a zombie bitch gettin' head, dead set
*scratching*
Come and cruise with me and you will see lad
I'm the man and that's why I don't listen to their feedback
Hear that, feedback, lyrics here, read that
You's all make me sick, gonna make me bring my feed back (vomiting)
Come close, you can witness a man, talk tough
Now you're here, you got shit in your pants
I'm the freshest motherfucker that you've seen for days
Now I'm paid, eshay, now the green is blazed
Dark red eyes, yeah that's normal for me
And the rest of the boys, ain't it awful to see?
Do you think we give a fuck, you know the answer to that
I'm so sick motherfucker yeah the cancer is rap
I live fast probably die young, celebrate my life cunts
Make sure when they bury me they puttin' in some nice buds
Rise up and fight for a better way
Always off my guts and I can not remember yesterday
Now, Kerser, we gon' get high, fucking killed it again Nebs
You already know what it is, Kerser is sick
Sickest, Sickest (Kerser ain't no joke)
*scratching* (ain't gon' tell these motherfuckers again, man)
Kerser is sick! *scratching* (ain't gon' tell these motherfuckers again, man)
Kerser is sick! *scratching* (blast ya face and kick ya teeth in)
*scratching* (remember that) (I told you man! I told you!)
(K-K-K-K-Kerser is sick!) (No but you wouldn't listen)
(Why? You stupid fuck, look at you now)
*scratching*
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