Agonistic Remix by King Mighty Lyrics
[Intro]
Chucky: Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend 'til the end! Hi-de-ho, ha-ha-ha
[Verse 1: Szuto]
Man depression is a bitch, I fought it off
Suicidal type of thought’s man I sawed it off
I wanna live my life fucking around bruh
Tryna get szutoraps known in town bruh
It takes time for this shit to go worldwide
I’ve gotten better with rhymes since I first tried
Fucking around with the raps in the sixth grade
Years later I wouldn’t think I’d be this great
I can just spit bout the shit that i like
Flow is to perfect so yeah it’d be tight
Asian rapper in this bitch, I be eating rice
Number six in my head you could roll the dice
Peter piper picked the beat that be fucking dope
Every song that I work on man is like soap
You call it trash, but I call my shit hope
Cause I want get cash in a yellow envelope
[Verse 2: Jay Cashwell]
Stopped rapping for a minute
All about the action, saw the bastard in an image
Talent down the drain and my passion went with it
Saw that I was down so them faggots bet scrimmage
Jay Cashwell, He a fake
He a snake in the grass
I'm a blade in the hands of a samurai
Cutting competition way I see it y'all been down to die
Type of nonchalance It's kinda evil
So them clowns will cry
Never was I busy I just really wasn't fucking with ya Background boys
Of every single mufucking picture
Came out the water cause them niggas getting fishy
I must be really tripping, I'm knowing no one'll diss me
Blowing down squares, back to back, outta habit
Copped a new pack, hella fiendish, As I pack it
Dare a nigga come at me sideways, backwards
Gang on em verses curses put em in the dirt shit
[Outro]
Chucky: Andy, No, Please! We're friends 'til the end! Remember?
Andy: This is the end, friend!
[Andy lights the fireplace and Chucky starts to scream as he burns]
Chucky: Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend 'til the end! Hi-de-ho, ha-ha-ha
[Verse 1: Szuto]
Man depression is a bitch, I fought it off
Suicidal type of thought’s man I sawed it off
I wanna live my life fucking around bruh
Tryna get szutoraps known in town bruh
It takes time for this shit to go worldwide
I’ve gotten better with rhymes since I first tried
Fucking around with the raps in the sixth grade
Years later I wouldn’t think I’d be this great
I can just spit bout the shit that i like
Flow is to perfect so yeah it’d be tight
Asian rapper in this bitch, I be eating rice
Number six in my head you could roll the dice
Peter piper picked the beat that be fucking dope
Every song that I work on man is like soap
You call it trash, but I call my shit hope
Cause I want get cash in a yellow envelope
[Verse 2: Jay Cashwell]
Stopped rapping for a minute
All about the action, saw the bastard in an image
Talent down the drain and my passion went with it
Saw that I was down so them faggots bet scrimmage
Jay Cashwell, He a fake
He a snake in the grass
I'm a blade in the hands of a samurai
Cutting competition way I see it y'all been down to die
Type of nonchalance It's kinda evil
So them clowns will cry
Never was I busy I just really wasn't fucking with ya Background boys
Of every single mufucking picture
Came out the water cause them niggas getting fishy
I must be really tripping, I'm knowing no one'll diss me
Blowing down squares, back to back, outta habit
Copped a new pack, hella fiendish, As I pack it
Dare a nigga come at me sideways, backwards
Gang on em verses curses put em in the dirt shit
[Outro]
Chucky: Andy, No, Please! We're friends 'til the end! Remember?
Andy: This is the end, friend!
[Andy lights the fireplace and Chucky starts to scream as he burns]