Last Supper by K.N.P. Lyrics
[Verse 1: T Kapone]
The second coming of Kapone
Come to steal the throne
These bitches wearing reeboks seeing if he's not home
They tryna find me, treat me like a clock and unwind me
I will kindly keep that pussy minty like a pine tree
Now don't defie me, all these rappers be behind me
Pimpin bitches till I'm muthafuckin 90
Flow so rype like its shiny
Your girl says ya dick is tiny
I sound like Harmonie, saying blimy
Thugga wish he was this slimy
I ain't listening to ya songs, but im like
Where those rhymes be?
I'm a gorilla like Harambe
Last name Clay but first Cassius, he raps like a blasphemist
What did he say?
I don't know
But give him our bitches, money, and hide the ashtrays
He displays the sharpness of cutting a filet
His bars are like skipping foreplay
Doesnt give a fuck what the whores say
With no delay he sprays lyrical arrays till rappers are rotting in decay
And girls ride hime like a valet
His heart cold like sorbet and he ain't sorry
But he does have a side kick, who's like a psychic
And slices the beat like an icepick and only likes his bitches right thick
Nips spits mystery like a dice trick
He just might spit
[Verse 2: Nip$y]
Yea I might spit
Yea, yea, yea
I might spit
Nip$ so sweet like the berries in the winery
Tortoise vs. hare race, y'all can't find me
Out of sight, out of mind
Like a smooth criminal, Annie are you okay?
We always on subliminals
Dare face me nigga acting so whimsical
Play you like an instrument in your girls favourite musical
The demand an encore, niggas want more
Started from the bottom, now we ballin till the top floor
Playing like Ayesha nigga 30 on the court
Pull up to the 3, all I do is score
Y'all say game and we treat this like a sport
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
My nigga said last name Clay, first name Cassius
Like my girls like my wine, sharp and the classiest
Take me by the hand to the bedroom, show me you the nastiest
She say she love me, I said spell it backwards
Kapone and me with the mojo like Austin Powers
I still feel like I could rip this shit for 30 fucking hours
The second coming of Kapone
Come to steal the throne
These bitches wearing reeboks seeing if he's not home
They tryna find me, treat me like a clock and unwind me
I will kindly keep that pussy minty like a pine tree
Now don't defie me, all these rappers be behind me
Pimpin bitches till I'm muthafuckin 90
Flow so rype like its shiny
Your girl says ya dick is tiny
I sound like Harmonie, saying blimy
Thugga wish he was this slimy
I ain't listening to ya songs, but im like
Where those rhymes be?
I'm a gorilla like Harambe
Last name Clay but first Cassius, he raps like a blasphemist
What did he say?
I don't know
But give him our bitches, money, and hide the ashtrays
He displays the sharpness of cutting a filet
His bars are like skipping foreplay
Doesnt give a fuck what the whores say
With no delay he sprays lyrical arrays till rappers are rotting in decay
And girls ride hime like a valet
His heart cold like sorbet and he ain't sorry
But he does have a side kick, who's like a psychic
And slices the beat like an icepick and only likes his bitches right thick
Nips spits mystery like a dice trick
He just might spit
[Verse 2: Nip$y]
Yea I might spit
Yea, yea, yea
I might spit
Nip$ so sweet like the berries in the winery
Tortoise vs. hare race, y'all can't find me
Out of sight, out of mind
Like a smooth criminal, Annie are you okay?
We always on subliminals
Dare face me nigga acting so whimsical
Play you like an instrument in your girls favourite musical
The demand an encore, niggas want more
Started from the bottom, now we ballin till the top floor
Playing like Ayesha nigga 30 on the court
Pull up to the 3, all I do is score
Y'all say game and we treat this like a sport
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
My nigga said last name Clay, first name Cassius
Like my girls like my wine, sharp and the classiest
Take me by the hand to the bedroom, show me you the nastiest
She say she love me, I said spell it backwards
Kapone and me with the mojo like Austin Powers
I still feel like I could rip this shit for 30 fucking hours