DJ Klever - Bloody Sunday Freestyle lyrics

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DJ Klever - Bloody Sunday Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yelawolf Catfish Billy M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherf**er Brian Jones [Verse] Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody, always been a body from the jump Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a f** about a hater, never been a punk Yeah, been an innovator, f** an imitator, drop another hot potato son Take 'em back to feed my park, with Baby D and the Kings of Crunk Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are Still Dixie Mafia b**h, still waving that flag, I'm-- New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat Leaving these f**ers chewed up Like a muskrat in a backpack I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts, you better cook your bo-ttle You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holes After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose You'll be running, trying to escape what's coming But the exits blocked, you're f**ed, oh to be a woman There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever Ask for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it f** around and I'll surround you like circumferences You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this Game, I'll make that place your home, like the Sons of Mumford did Lame, I'm all the way up, woke, turnt You think you flame, you all the way s**, choke, burnt b**h I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn Hop in the backseat b**h, Hip-Hop is snoozing You could use an Uber, like a student pupil I'm a teacher - reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid Who's the man? Who's the tutor? Letters flying till the ghetto crying The police are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle Ten toes down up like a light pole Middle finger up like a Black Rhino's horn I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a sh** cyclone Never let bygones be bygones Rather I'd say, "See ya later, adios", b**h rapping obese is just bygone Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy His videos all look alike, no wonder they can't see me Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy Since the one with dyed blonde hair, what the f** Hold up, G... easy I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherf**er just paddle by Don't know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky Marshall Mathers may have ignored you But if you want the smoke, bring the foil I'll boil you till the kettle's dry Have a nice day suave I'm a different breed, I'm a wolf, OK? Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy So little boy flows some O.J poured in the gla** with your bu*termilk pancakes Mama's little helper, daddy's little bae Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs b**h holler, "Mayday, mayday" Then take it to the bank, it's another payday Oh you a baller, well take the ball and Let me here kick that sh** Pelé The nerve of the sh** they say, I'm permanently amazed And your whiskey s**s, f**in' one sip, I wanted to go straight back to AA Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap f** it, f** Post Malone, just because, let's see if he answers back All that change, tits, and funk chill bill, and the cowboy boots and hats Damn Postie, why can't we be friends? Our clothes already match Poser, biter, appropriation thief, give a f** how many records you sold Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree Boy you're my seed, another mullet in the gang with the teeth I see I just picked a bone with Post Malone and did it all on a Beastside beat Dribble through the middle up, crossover on 'em like I'm in the NBA Look I don't really give a f** Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway Still mobbin' in the pickup Threw a middle finger out the window when I wave Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK Beethoven is rolling over in his grave Cause I'm a conductor anaconda with the musical energy, electrical wave Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me Nothing made me something baby No one's playing, f** you pay me [Outro] Trunk Muzik III