We Run Shit

Back to basics, straight amazing, ask me bout the game I'm playing

Dreading what I've done to locks, you thinking bout it, ain't Jamaican

Kerser been the sickest probly why I'm earning digits

And they looking at your shit like rather burn it cause your bitches

Swagger like I've never seen I'm here to hurt and burn a bitch

Your shit get no views like Hustle Hard without a Kerser vid (True)

Everybody dribble and they kidding ain't it whack son?

Leave 'em injured whinging cause they're toy just like a cap gun (Get it?)

No you ain't a rapper cause you've been inside a booth before

I bust my ass to get here and you try and make a movement more,

Meaningful than mine, but thats impossible I'm made for this

And you be on my dick, pretty much just like your lady is

If I never said it then you faggots can not call it sick,

Download your shit illegally, now thats what I call roasting shit

Cause its shit, and I'm sick

I am what is real, and you is just pretending bitch

[Nebs speaking]

Its like the more hardcore they get,

Its like the shitter they rap

Bruz tone it down brah, your not that hard

Yo, learn how to rhyme

[Verse 2: Nebs]

Fuck the antibiotics

Just fill the van with narcotics

I'm the man with the chronic beats,

They slam when I'm on it

Haters panties get knotted

They can't handle me rockin

Whack comments are dropping

On the net I am watching,

Cause they know I'm is better, thats why Nebs a problem

Cause they know if I see 'em, pick up a weapon and clock 'em

They looking threatened I rob 'em

Give up your credit and wallet

Bend over bitch, and take the Hennessy bottle

Your not forgetting me gronkers

You had bad memories from it

That are so fucking bad, you go to therapy from it

And he be's honest, no fuck it and he be's on it

Watch me come and skull this fucking medicine bottle

I'm getting energy from it, and bruz I'm ready to vomit

I'm fucking hanging for Xanny's and then I'm ready to pop 'em

My fucking head is just throbbin'

My dick is red as a rocket

And your chicks already naked and she's ready to cop it, uh

[Sarm speaking]

Yeah, all these cunts are fucking fucked

They're all fucked

[Verse 3: Sarm]

Welcome, you found someone in his fucking prime

Ain't nothing to fuck with like, Wu Tang back in '95

Please excuse me guys, the shit I spit is stupid fine

Too refined, call me the priest, cause I be super fly

That was my movie line, pack your shit its moving time

If thats your chick she super fine

She sucked my dick around 2:05

Shout outs, 225, ABK, the whole crew's live

I'm on that news you high

Mess withy my vibe you'll lose at night

Yeah I'm the shit, your just poo disguised

I do a line thats super sized,

You can't rap your spooning guys

See its too easy I could do this blind

We ain't the same, I'm a 10, your a junior 9

When I spit I'm schooling guys

Its a party schoolies time,

When you spit I snooze all night

Mismatch if you choose to fight

Quit dancing your tutu's tight

Your a fake, not a new I

You just can't do this right

We'd fuck, you lose at life

[Hook: Nebs]

Its Sarm, Kerser and Nebs

We run this shit you just shit in your bed

Sick in the head, I'm sick of your head

If yous were a bitch I'd spit on your set

Fuck the whole scene its piss [?]

Fuck your whole team its a bitch in a dress

I'm sick and depressed that I spit with the best

Cause they're shit and they think that they're equally fresh

[Verse 5: Kerser]

This is what they calling me, you rapping but its awkwardly

Exactly what, I was doing back around 04 or 3

So don't you try to step, yo I ain't say I'm a vet

Cause most these veterans are faggot I'm a step ahead of them

Let 'em get at them, guarantee I'll take the head of them

Breaking both their legs and then, asking if they get it in

K-E-R-S, I put em in the ER,

Nah you couldn't do it, don't you try it, its for me brah

[Verse 6: Nebs]

Mr. Annie B the mother fucker come and crack your lips

Its like you don't have a dick, and your raps are whack as shit

Think your fucking Rambo and your clips fucking acting bitch

Remind me of a compact disc, pl-pl-pl-plastic shit

You are fucking hopeless as, obviously smoking shabs

And you're fucking broke as, smoking blokes for cash

Mr. Big Gun you think are the kings son

But all you are to me is a busted red ring bum

[Verse 7: Sarm]

Yes, did you not hear what I said before?

Like binge thinkers, motherfucker I just repped the raw

Get out my booth, you can't rap, you just press record

Your vids suck, give it up bruzz, less is more

See what your stressing for

I ain't here to lecture your,

Someone I'm electrical,

Not top 10 I'm the best of all

Fuck you and your festival,

No one heres impressed at all

Got a verse in Kerser's album

That equals sex for sure