Leftovers by Kerser Lyrics
The shit that I spit has me thinking I'm the boss shit
My CD's shines, I ain't gotta gloss it
Eyes red shit I think I'm seeing double
End of this night yo I think I'll be in trouble
I ain't need a court case, I ain't need a court date
Only thing I want is some weed and some more pay
I thought ay I'm the sickest you've seen
So fuck them others rappers you just listen to me
And my team we on some freak shit I'm telling ya it's freakish
You be my bitch in the kitchen with the clean dish
Ain't no effort in this I’m still an A grade
Other rappers hate me cause they jealous and they ain't paid
I got fans yeah my fans are fucking sick
You got fans but your fans you plug them in
You chucking in I got bud you just fucking spin
Fucking spin, fucking spin has it sunken in?
Too clever and you call me a dumb cunt
I used to be broke what I wrote got my funds up
The fucks up?
I'm kinda in a good mood
Thanks to the tabs and the cones and the cooked shrooms
I look smooth and clean I'm in the washing machine
Codeine for the powder man I'm so clean
Smoke green, light it up make your hoe scream
Freddy Kruger moving up and hoe this isn't no dream
From the slums I'm rubbing shoulders with rich cunts
They know I got the money becoming known that I'm a sick cunt
Picking old bitches up they playing bingo, I take them home they know the go, I gotta make them limbo
The king flow I hear you hate me true
But I ain't ever gonna stop it's what they pay me to do
Plus I honestly believe I am in the top 3 of this Aussie rapping shit 3 2 1 me
You're fucking right I ain't even really started
By the time I'm finished Aussie rap will be retarded
I departed, went and fell aparted they begging me to come back rearrange the market
Enough friends, I don't mean to offend you
I don't need more enemies I got enough of them too
At school mum would pack my lunch it's a sad fact
I used to yell at her you don't put sandwiches in glad wrap
As for bud, pills and maybe base too
I'm off my guts for real can't feel my face oo
C-town what up? I keep it too real
Call me out to battle at the moment could get you killed
November 2nd no rest for the sickest
Will be in stores go get it for you missus
November 2nd no rest for the sickest
Will be in stores go and get it fucking bitches
My CD's shines, I ain't gotta gloss it
Eyes red shit I think I'm seeing double
End of this night yo I think I'll be in trouble
I ain't need a court case, I ain't need a court date
Only thing I want is some weed and some more pay
I thought ay I'm the sickest you've seen
So fuck them others rappers you just listen to me
And my team we on some freak shit I'm telling ya it's freakish
You be my bitch in the kitchen with the clean dish
Ain't no effort in this I’m still an A grade
Other rappers hate me cause they jealous and they ain't paid
I got fans yeah my fans are fucking sick
You got fans but your fans you plug them in
You chucking in I got bud you just fucking spin
Fucking spin, fucking spin has it sunken in?
Too clever and you call me a dumb cunt
I used to be broke what I wrote got my funds up
The fucks up?
I'm kinda in a good mood
Thanks to the tabs and the cones and the cooked shrooms
I look smooth and clean I'm in the washing machine
Codeine for the powder man I'm so clean
Smoke green, light it up make your hoe scream
Freddy Kruger moving up and hoe this isn't no dream
From the slums I'm rubbing shoulders with rich cunts
They know I got the money becoming known that I'm a sick cunt
Picking old bitches up they playing bingo, I take them home they know the go, I gotta make them limbo
The king flow I hear you hate me true
But I ain't ever gonna stop it's what they pay me to do
Plus I honestly believe I am in the top 3 of this Aussie rapping shit 3 2 1 me
You're fucking right I ain't even really started
By the time I'm finished Aussie rap will be retarded
I departed, went and fell aparted they begging me to come back rearrange the market
Enough friends, I don't mean to offend you
I don't need more enemies I got enough of them too
At school mum would pack my lunch it's a sad fact
I used to yell at her you don't put sandwiches in glad wrap
As for bud, pills and maybe base too
I'm off my guts for real can't feel my face oo
C-town what up? I keep it too real
Call me out to battle at the moment could get you killed
November 2nd no rest for the sickest
Will be in stores go get it for you missus
November 2nd no rest for the sickest
Will be in stores go and get it fucking bitches