Knock by K. Stone Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Now who's that motherfucker, known to kick that fat shit
K's the name, here to bring the catnip
It's batshit, gotta do it like a hattrick
Hoes keep my name out they mouth cuz I'll slap it
An unstoppable force, of course
Have your ass extinct like, old norse
My graphic tactics and target practice
Turns any event, ten times drastic
I got my boys beside me
So how you wanna do this, you decide G
I kill the game when I spit my flame
You can try to do it like me but it'll never be the same
Cuz your weak ass is just plastic while i'm the mold
You won't be them just cuz you buy what's sold
You can't hold your cards, I see them, just fold
Cuz you'll always be cold if you copy whats gold
[Verse 2:]
Jump back on the track with my sneaky clique
Cuz I'm disgust with the game, it's like a greasy dick
I give props to real MCs like Firawii and Sleepy Nick
Cuz they'll blow your dome like a freaky chick
Hoodoo music coming from six billion feet beneath
With on goal in mind, to have the game besieged
It's just some everyday shit to us
Twelve gauge mouth ready to bust
On any fool deemed unworthy
Leave you redder than the man from Jersey
You can try to curse me but I bring the bad luck
So you won't do shit like a bad fuck
You're all just bugs and I'm a dining trout
Savage bars are assigning doubt
I'm never out of gems like a mining drought
That's it from me, K. Stone signing out
Now who's that motherfucker, known to kick that fat shit
K's the name, here to bring the catnip
It's batshit, gotta do it like a hattrick
Hoes keep my name out they mouth cuz I'll slap it
An unstoppable force, of course
Have your ass extinct like, old norse
My graphic tactics and target practice
Turns any event, ten times drastic
I got my boys beside me
So how you wanna do this, you decide G
I kill the game when I spit my flame
You can try to do it like me but it'll never be the same
Cuz your weak ass is just plastic while i'm the mold
You won't be them just cuz you buy what's sold
You can't hold your cards, I see them, just fold
Cuz you'll always be cold if you copy whats gold
[Verse 2:]
Jump back on the track with my sneaky clique
Cuz I'm disgust with the game, it's like a greasy dick
I give props to real MCs like Firawii and Sleepy Nick
Cuz they'll blow your dome like a freaky chick
Hoodoo music coming from six billion feet beneath
With on goal in mind, to have the game besieged
It's just some everyday shit to us
Twelve gauge mouth ready to bust
On any fool deemed unworthy
Leave you redder than the man from Jersey
You can try to curse me but I bring the bad luck
So you won't do shit like a bad fuck
You're all just bugs and I'm a dining trout
Savage bars are assigning doubt
I'm never out of gems like a mining drought
That's it from me, K. Stone signing out