Tier On3 - Fan or Foe (Feat. Lucky) lyrics

Verse 1- (Tier On3) From the beginning you talk like you like my sh** I was proud of myself I gotta go spike my hits I'm in dark pit to make new types of mix Enhance my talent with my spikes and whips You go awake my beast in red Go crazy over me but you see me dead You belittle my talent you speak to be condemned Now no f**s given for your deep offense Come up to me like let's take a picture You went away like you did it to make a switcher Take look at my latest scripture Tried to get her back but he had to take her with her Look up to me as your teen high idol To be forgiven go to read thy bible If ya go through a vicious preaching cycle Go console with my streaks of vinyl I hope you die in a burst of lead With a needle latched onto both your pubes Lay in the dirt and watch you burn to d**h If you keep using up all your quotes of gloom I don't want to be a ratchet B But i'll take out My tongue with a cloak of doom If you don't prefer the tracks I bleed Listen to another emcee that I choke and puke We all are different forms of dope Rhymes gonna rip make more your gout No difference if you wore your rope Take out your heart for gore and roast You had better learned you final lesson Music's my life I strive for blessings You should never go deprive my presence Or I'll be leaking you with lines of stressing Chorus 1- Don't say it to my face But you give me high praise But you just love my ba** Are you a fan or are you a foe You say that I'm so dope Want to take a photo Think I'm going loco Are you a fan or are you a foe Verse 2- (Lucky) I'm on a mission Simple addition Coalition the people listen I hit em up with the ammunition But bullets hissing I'm what the Illuminati missing On my knees no soul to sell In the cell that I'm wishing Upon but I'm a rut Coming for your crut crut King get em tucked I got your queen shook In the Kasteler Kingdom incantation with you witch brooks And I'm walking past the guards And they don't even look Ya'll move slower than mola**es Put your flags at half ma**es I'm k**ing you off like a**a**ins My trigger come blazing faster Than a roster mufasa So holster the wigger as I eat your beef up like Your brosa Friend or a foe Getting so old so give him a rocker Call him impostor Shake him around like i'm a rocker Like what is the matter I've come to spit it so faster No friend or a foe so just leave me alone Cuz you know I'll bring it like sparta Chorus 2- Verse 3- (Tier On3) All you want to know is when my mixtape drops Like I gotta know when this sh**s made hot Stop the questions or my switchblade pops Like I'm trapped by whacks that ticks me off Die hard fans go jack your dick high off I don't give a f** whether your hits made guap Some of my tracks aren't free Doesn't mean it's okay for you to rip em off s** it and give my a** a hershey kiss Spark it up and watch your mercy flip Two towers up in a turban ship Cuz I blew up like the trade B's with working trips Was that a hit towards the turbine cliques Distort your mind with cup of revenge slurpy chick You more immature than Miley's t**ng hips You're laughing cuz she's a filthy b**h I got 3 dicks zelda couldn't try force You are snarky when you can't buy more Weed gave me motivation to write more My pen is like an evil cyborg Get the knife and go into my wife's dorm I'm not human I'm a different life form When i die 63 virgins and nine who*es I'm for peace but if i have to I'll write war I'm on her belly like she's roughly proning Your careers a crash dummy like mrs puffy boating Cash stacks off trees my moneys growing Water the tree of evil con my mud beats flowing You should know which one you're standing next To on the podium tag which one your bragging reps If your a fan welcome to my rapping sets If your a foe get the f** out of my rapid breaths Chorus 3-