Brass Knuckle Shit – Q Strange
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Brass Knuckle Shit

Feat. Lens

Verse 1

Some say that I'm trash and have the nerve to say my shit is garbage
All this pain, no mind, and blow me off like a Nintendo cartridge
Honestly there's others who've been down since when I started
And stay loyal even when I let them down and was retarded
Only known I'm stayin' solid, Agent Orange, Sunkist
Cuckold, 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 the cash, steal your bitch
Only spit the realest shit
Serious, y'all motherfuckers got no clue who you dеalin' with
Lyrics sick when I drop
But bye Z, my team shinе on the streets
High beams, get on that stage and die
While y'all just plagiarize
I keep it hard but y'all are soft
B-B-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're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we had 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' tangles like a reefer, I am aether in this sneaker
Runnin' high, no I am people, I mean pepper but whatever
Like the devil get a fever and 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 cuz' the way she pickin' pickle peppers
Thought her name was Peter, become 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, puncture, 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 bread, shit
Did 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're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this fuckin' brass knuckle shit

In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we had it with that brass knuckle shit!

Verse 3

Takin' a break from the game, but hey, I know they say that Lens' pathetic
Banging at you, hatin' the way as if you was an interaction
Here's the record, 'bout to set it off
I'm on a winnin' streak
You look like a dummy, like a chubby kid in skinny jeans
Anybody wanna stand up to the kid when I'm up in the building speak your peace?
...
That's what I thought, now take your seats!
Hit hard, making craters like an asteroid rock
Now the game is seeing more fuckin' change than a coin slot
All the weight I need to motivate myself, but no I ain't
Notice I'm the dopest, only hopeless, cuz' I've thrown 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 on a grave
I treat my dreams like hoes, I only sleep with them
Now I've gotta go and make 'em work for me
And so I'm standin' 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're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this fuckin' brass knuckle shit

In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we had it with that brass knuckle shit!

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