Yc The Cynic

Yc The Cynic - Molotovs At Poseidon songtekst

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[Hook]

Do you know who you fuckin' with?

Do you know who you fuckin' with?

Do you know who you fuckin' with?

Do you know who you fuckin' with?
[Verse]

Go ahead and fire your gun, you're shooting at Zeus

I held on to my crown while I ripped through my noose

I got up from the ground then I pulled up roots

I reversed the Earth playing Skip To My Lou

You don't know who you dealing with

I dealt with the dealers my dealings different

I'm getting dealt with a lot more delicate

I noticed you creeping, my job is keeping ahead of it

But how can I hate you, you fucking heathens are heaven sent

There's someone in back of you if I'm turning my back to you

Keep your practices practical while I practice benevolence

You overheard me taking and thought I was embellishing

You envisioned my bezel and considered embezzlement

I consider you little when compared to peasant

Cause you belittled my presence without a litter of evidence

Your illegible lettering is proof of illiteracy

No wonder my supremacy ain't nearly as evident
[Hook]
[Verse 2]

Your damage is none. You just threw a molotov at Poseidon

Then felt the flood in your iris and cried for an act of kindness

You tried to cover your eyelids and run, but I'll be triumphant, trust me

I'm on a diet, I'm hungry, my ribs touching

My grip clutching your dinner like pliers, with no appliances

Must be a sign, you eating lunch is a giant luxury

Fuckers combined couldn't add up to me

Scienze wouldn't give a flying fuck of your flying fuckery

Jive-suckers reluctantly dive into a fire with gas dungarees

In a dungeon from hiding your supper from God's company

Cut your crying, I'm keeping your comments in God's custody

Better pray that the Mayans were on to something

You on the corner running from a fully functioning Mac truck

Going backwards, in the backwoods, while I back up

Til you're either stuck on the bumper or under me

Just to show you can't fuck with me

So if ever you're wondering, I'll ask you again
[Hook]
[Outro]

Hey sucka niggas, whereever you are

Hey sucka niggas, whereever you are

Hey sucka niggas, whoever you are

Whoever you are, whoever you are...

Whoever you are, whoever you are...

Sucka niggas – nigga, nigga

I'll throw a sucka in the front for the ones that front

Sucka niggas – nigga, nigga

I'll throw a sucka in the front for the ones that front

Sucka niggas – nigga, nigga

I'll throw a sucka in the front for the ones that front

Sucka niggas – nigga, nigga

I'll throw a sucka in the front for the ones that front 


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