That Is Us
(专辑: Engraved In The Game - 2017)
[Kerser & Jay UF:] It's Kerser I'm with Jay UF Jay! What? What's happenin'? I
guess you're gonna say "fuck all" again, uh? Can we just hurry up and do the
song? What? Let's just get the
song done mate, come on I'll go first then. All right, go for it Yo, Jay's a
fuckwit, check, look [Kerser:] I'm an OG, probably 'bout to OD Said it 'round o-three, bet they're gonna clone me I
wasn't wrong, but a
bunch that wanna be me Wanna Be Kers, that should be your next CD I
came up in the
game 'round the
time when You wouldn't jump on the
internet fighting I
got a
call off a
whore. Who? Grimshaw Nah, another bitch, cracked out a
thin whore Fuck that Jay, I
wouldn't hit with your dick I
fuck it back ahead so I
face it like a
swordfish Where does all of this sick shit come from? Kerser would, he did, I
mention I
got one on Fresh cunt, I'm looking better with age And I
don't write raps, I
machete the
page None ahead of me mate and it's weird 'cause I
live dreams Hurry up Jay, I
don't wanna hear your sixteens Still running this game in the
fast lane Waving at every cunt that we pass mate Still killing every show that is us, aye Never gonna stop 'til we delivering our last tape Still running this game in the
fast lane Waving at every cunt that we pass mate Still killing every show that is us, aye Never gonna stop 'til we delivering our last tape [Jay UF:] Crack another drink man, fuck, is this my kind? I'm taking over shit like it's a
feature on my song Time's gone like a
terrorist with a
nice bomb Blowing up the
scene, not in a
way that you guys want If I
was wrong and never made it with my songs I'll make it go [?] so I
can still light bongs Cry night long, whinging, where has my life gone? Wait a
minute Jay, that's what you do when you write songs Ha, fucking ha, yeah, I'm funny like I'm Scott He looks okay [?] if she puffed on the
ice lots There goes the
record deal, fuck it, it's my loss Time to call Cento and I
fill up my [?] Hate rap anyway, it's time to admit it Fuck, I'll only ever listen if my rhyming is in it So, fuck album number two, nah, I'm finally finished Nah, I'm joking, I'ma spit it just to prine you critics, cunts [Kerser:] Still running this game in the
fast lane Waving at every cunt that we pass mate Still killing every show that is us, aye Never gonna stop 'til we delivering our last tape Still running this game in the
fast lane Waving at every cunt that we pass mate Still killing every show that is us, aye Never gonna stop 'til we delivering our last tape [Jay UF & Kerser:] Hey Kers, I'm thinking fuck a
third verse Let me spit it then! They don't wanna hear the
Kers verse Shut up Jay, you ridiculous cunt They know Kerser is the
sickest, they ain't heard it enough They ain't heard it enough? Now let's talk about me The
fact that I
be credible with the
words that I
speak Well, you're a
turd and a
geek for even turning on me Jay, where's your last album? People burn it for free Shit, Kers taking shots like you did in our last song Hope he takes a
different kind of shot and his heart stops Gotta move along cunt, give up, you're past gone Waiting on my pay, where you getting these cars from? Shut the
fuck up, where you trying to get to? Because I'm number one, what, does it upset you? We don't really get along, we just dissing on tracks Nah, I'm kidding, next album cunt, your shit is just wack [Kerser:] Still running this game in the
fast lane Waving at every cunt that we pass mate Still killing every show that is us, aye Never gonna stop 'til we delivering our last tape Still running this game in the
fast lane Waving at every cunt that we pass mate Still killing every show that is us, aye Never gonna stop 'til we delivering our last tape