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punchmadedoug - emperor of the universe lyrics

double r the wraith (skrrt_skrrt)
peekin’ out the blinds (yeah)
heard the opps hip on the back door
sh_t, boy, i’m creepin’ out the side (on god)
i’m a boss, you a worker (phew)
like, why in the f_ck is you speakin’ outta line? (phew)
can’t leave without it, boy, i need it on my side (phew)
feelin’ kinda evil, it’s a demon when i ride (phew)
spent twelve in the bape store (pfft)
you that one guy the hoes used to rate low
you that one guy that blew it, now his pape’ low
let a b_tch ask for somethin’, i’ma say, “no” (nope)
let him try and pass thе ‘wood, i’ma say, “nah” (nah)
you ain’t never seen the drac’ with thе acog
lamb’ chops with the zip, f_ck the steak sauce
seen him out, he got to runnin’ home like it’s baseball (phew_phew)
b_tch, if you ain’t independent, stay yo’ ass at home
aki slide down blowin’ fully switches like they saxophones (brrt)
talk about he missin’, wait until they find a bag of bones
had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the ‘low
walk into the spot and run it like i’m chris breezy (brrt)
sweater by the gallery, i think the kicks yeezy (yeezy)
talk about some johnny dang, why yo’ kit cheesy? (why?)
in store, i’m johnny cage with this punchin’, sh_t easy
(punch, punch, punch), huh
sittin’ sideways, i can get it five ways (pfft)
lil’ brodie found out crime pays, he raised the crime rate
why the f_ck he nickel dimein’ actin’ like he buy weight? (why?)
why the f_ck the big body can’t fit up in the driveway? (skrrt, driveway)
she eat me up like it’s benihana (brrt)
walkin’ out, kicks say balenciaga
h_llkitty, it do one_fifty, this is not a honda
i got the sauce, i got cheese, this is not lasagna
hope they don’t see me in public, got balaclava
hope they don’t bug me in public, got bl!cky (bah_bah)
big clip, curtis jack, got fifty (bah_bah)
interstate, seen cops, got shifty (skrrt_skrrt)
sippin’ on some wock’, lil’ b_tch, this not big bs, yeah (phew, yeah)
had to go and take the mask off (grrah)
lil’ cuddy, he don’t rap, he just sittin’ in the trap (yeah)
he just tryna go and get the bag off (yeah, get it off)
tryna get where i’m at? first, you gotta go and stack (yeah)
then you gotta go and work your ass off (yeah)
do the dash in the trackhawk, spin out, burn out
then i’m finna go and stab off (skrrt)
finna tax dawg, like, “f_ck a half off”
sorry, ms. jackson (i’m sorry)
nah, i ain’t sorry, i’ll scam your ass again
i’m just rappin’ while i’m thinking, i don’t even have a pen
made a hunnid ten times, used to couldn’t stack a ten
it’s alright though (sheesh)
called a choppa rdb, boy, it’ll dropkick you (f_ck)
if you ain’t sb dsm, then i am not with you (nope)
big pits, saint bernard, boy, this is not schnitzel (brr)
couldn’t take a step in my shoes, boy, they do not fit you (phew, huh)
ride around, amg (huh)
ride around, k on me (huh, phew)
ride around turnt, i just pour a quagen up in a faygo cream (hurt)
you ain’t ride around nowhere (nah)
you ain’t ridin’ nowhere with the tank on e (at all)
blue check, walkin’ out the bank on fleek
quarter ticket in a month, it’d take four weeks (brrt)
chillin’, i got wocky’ up in my body
chillin’ with aki, he ridin’ with tommy
i hop off the jet, then i hop in the masi’
all that k!ller talk, b_tch, you never dropped a body
i don’t wrestle sh_t, i ain’t scotty 2 hotty
try and box us, you gon’ get boxed up (brrt)
been on go since the jump, i ain’t never stopped once, nah (brrt)
once you pull some dirt, you stick with it forever
brodie on parole, don’t give a f_ck, he clutchin’ it on ten (ever)
see an opp at church, don’t give a f_ck, we stumpin’ him wherever
askin’ ’bout the rap game? gon’ run this sh_t forever
i feel invincible (like superman)
oh, we do too, we turnt his ass invisible (to a ghost)
they can’t f_ck with me, i put it on the biblical (on the bible)
i could teach you sumn’, f_ck it, i’m the princ_p_l
the backwoods original, the weed, it’s exotic (brrt)
sleepin’ and i’m slobbin’ off the lean, b_tch, i’m noddin’
2017, was stuffin’ cheese in my robin’s (yeah)
thirty_three percent thc, breathin’ toxins (ha)
who you think you stoppin’? (ha)
tie him up and hold him hostage (ah)
catch him walkin’ out, i peek right through the scope and drop it (boom)
the way you treat yo’ family, would’ve thought yo’ bro’s adopted
goin’ shoppin’, spent two thousand on a lil’ pole to pop it, haha (pop)
if the play good (phew), sh_t, the day good (phew)
f_ck a pre_roll, i only face eighth ‘woods (phew)
sh_t, i’m high as h_ll, still gon’ roll another one (roll it up)
talkin’ ’bout you got the hoes, you with the runner ones
r.i.p. virgil (phew)
i just had off_white on last night (man, what happened?)
jeans purple (phew), thirty_five bands stuffed, got the pants tight (god d_mn)
steve urkel (yeah), two strands, doubled up, got a half pipe (whew_whew)
heard he down bad, that’s a sad life
tell the b_tch, “act nice, ” she can get some act right, yeah
drop the top (it’s nice as h_ll out)
if you askin’ ’bout the price, you gotta shop (you gotta buy sumn’)
yeah, i got some wocky’, sh_t, who got a pop? (who got it?)
tell my shooter, “hit him in his top, he gotta drop” (he got it)
sh_t, we got a opp (got it)
i’m a gorilla (woo)
the stick’s vanilla (grrt)
slidin’ round in foreigns, cost three hunnid just to fill ’em
i pull up, hit the b_tch, i get to ballin’ like i’m billins (splash, b_tch)
talkin’ all that false sh_t, i don’t feel ’em (i don’t feel ’em)
out in cali’, up in compton where it ain’t safe (yeah)
bosses wake up and get to it, only lames hate (squares)
i could do this every day, this not the same pape’ (nope)
you better walk back to that porsche, ’cause we don’t play safe
i was full time rappin’, now i’m back actin’ (for real)
why you cappin’ ’bout the past? sh_t, yo’ mans had it
this is not no coogi, it’s some gucci, check the d_mn fabric
kicks on my feet, b_tch, they bleedin’
slidin’, if i ain’t drop sumn’, i ain’t see it (brrah)
where the wocky’? where the quagy’? b_tch, i’m fiendin’ (lean)
b_tch, i’m fresher than the mannequin in neiman’s
b_tch, i’m star player every game, every season (b_tch, swish)
habibi molotovin’ sh_t, don’t need a reason
hutch chains got me freezin’, i’m anemic
it’s only one king of this b_tch, you better beat it (you better beat it)
you better scram
big sh_ttyboyz, big dog sh_t militia
king of the muhf_ckin’ galaxy (on the gang)

- punchmadedoug lyrics

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