Nightclub Fight Club - It's Whatever (feat. Died Crying Mayday) | Текст песни

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• Nightclub Fight Club
• It's Whatever (feat. Died Crying Mayday)

J-Noize:
Rockin in with Nightclub, droppin lyrical disaster
and we'll leave you white, son, to look and feel like you got plastered
When we drop lines, they hit the ground like they are runnin track
and when the beat beats it's like a lyric attack ... try and test my flow, I say that "haters gonna hate"
but you struggle with my lines, it's like you got date raped
destructive criticism says your verse ain't clever
but in before your trip, you ice cold, you whatever

Lucky G:
I'm sick and tired of all the haters I see
they think they all so ... brutal cuz they boar and they bree
but step up to G: show you how a real man screams
cuz your lines are so dead even Heath Ledger has more zing
and I bet you don't even get the punchlines I bring
cuz I haven't made a reference to ... or my bling
but don't get your saggy hater boxers all tied up in a wad
Or else I'll slit your ... throat like my name's Sweeney Todd, but it's whatever

JP:
Whatever happened to verses that boast wit?
These days, rappers all hung up on paper like a Post-It
But me, Im sick of it, my flows will leave y'all riveted
Hold it, did you just have an ex-lax? Cuz ya flow ... I think I need a clothespin for my nose, then, cuz Ive been holdin
my breath for too long waitin on you to drop some dope ... And if a ... get ... off, I'll rip his ... off and throw it
the hood got my back like my jacket's open
Predictable rhyme scheme? Maybe
but baby, I get crazy with these gettin paid for rhyme schemes
All of your career is a pipedream, and when you hear these tracks
Your face is lookin like a deer in the high beams
Your style is flat tired, it didn’t blow up
So many punchlines, my lips is swole up
Listen close, cuz this last one's so clever
I go both ways so for me, its whatever

KSol:
Everybody in the rap game sore losers
Y'all a bunch of clones to me: Storm Troopers
but I'm so fly I wrecked the Death Star in a drive-by shootin
Man, I'm so fly I was at the Skywalker reunion
And Darth Vader your daddy cuz I used protection
Amidala gave me medulla oblongata in an X-Wing
Punch so hard, I'm part Captain Falcon and part Paul
from Tekken, second round, his face redder than Darth Maul
I tell him don't get mad, yeah you gotta get glad
my condom so big, ... use that ... to get trash
So much swag I could put it in six bags
and distribute em at parties that little kids had
What you talkin bout? Nigga, shut up
Jealous cuz I'm gettin ... up, but you gettin ... up
Swingin your fists at me like boom, bat
Til I pull the lightsaber out, like *vwhoom* splat

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