What It Do - Nems

Give you the two piece with the biscuit

Nigga, and take the haze

Leave you shaking, like a dog shitting razor blades

Ya’ll little nigga’s couldn’t make the grades

Listen, if you’re the King of Hearts

Motherfucker, I’m the Ace of Spades

You paper made, couldn’t hold a gat

Nigga, I’ll punch you in your chest so hard

It’ll make your shoulders clap

Take your frail ass and fold you back

Fuck spitting rhymes, your mouth is only good for holding sacks

You talk about stacks but you ain’t really holding none

One shot, one kill — You’d think I had the Golden Gun

You gets no ass, I thought you was a older nun

Only way you might beat something is if you hold a drum

Kidnap your family and hold your son

Fuck your wife in the mouth, and send her back to you

It’s over, done

My name holds weight, you might a though I rolled with Pun

Murderfest, fuck your lifestyle

It’s over, what!!!

Fuck me?

No, fuck you

Fuck your life niggah

What it do?

My eye’s see it all, most of ya’ll niggas wouldn’t peep it

Try to take mine’s, I’ll leave you a parapalegic

I keep a dime bitch laced in Victory Secret

King of the underground like pharoahs buried in Egypt

I make niggas' naseus, sea sick, eat dick

Roll through your on some beef shit, three clips

Talk about beef?

Shit, I’ll break your jaw for dinner

Muderfest, the name rings like fingers

Next year I’m fucking, hands down

Run up in your studio and leave your man down

Shot’s fired, nigga you’re blocks tired

And they love me, 'cause my shit’s hard like Rockweilers

You’re soft like poodles

Nigga, you’re shit’s do-do

Leave your bitch dry, when I slip her the wet noodle

The whole kitten come brutal

Put a whole whole clip through

That’ll twist your body up so fast, you’ll thinks it’s Vodoo

It’s the Brooklyn bandit, Coney Island killa

Mermaid murderer, 33rd Gorilla

Mob thriller, Godzilla, Murderfestah

Running your mouth?

Light you up like uncle Fester

Yes, the time is now if it’s ever been

Show you how to float in the ocean, but you’ll never swim

Turn your frown upside down, but you’ll never grin

Trying to go against me nigga?

But you’ll never win

Oh, here another thing, don’t try won’t work

Rush and Roulette with a full clip, here go first

I’ll leave you so murked

You’ll say «He ain’t did nothing»

Mollie whopped, with a body shot

Have your ribs touching

I rep Brooklyn so hard, they think I’m B.I.G.'s cousin

Jigga’s brother

Fuck your life nigga, I will stick your mother

I’ll meet your bitch right now and I’ll get the number

All I got is two thing for her

Hard dick and rubber