Survival of the Fittest by Majik Panda Lyrics
[Majik Panda: Verse 1]
Yo I don't want Twitter followers, suck a dick dick swallowers
Social media is hollower than Halloween pumpkins
I'm bumping Mobb Deep, Big L
Hardly concerned, broke but shits well
I slap a rapper until shit swells
And after I leave him a get well note, it says get well
You think I care if he gets killed?
A man with his pants low who says that he can when he can't flow
Pissed off yeah pistol flow, my words hit like a hollow tip
Split your throat and then I split this dro
See I don't give a fuck I'm about to tip this boat
Yeah tryna' catch waves when they tryna' to get saved I'mma grip this rope
And when these bitches get paid I'mma hit the slope
You see I'm nice with it, what's a watch without the ice in it?
It's like the panda when they handed him the mic, he don't think twice with it
These other artists look for nice critics, with some new jeans and a nice fitted
Fuck your starter cap I bring the war to rap, I'm like a quarterback
I'm Colin Kaepernick without the shoulder tatt
I slaughter raps, ejaculating my autograph
I have my cake and eat it too, you ever thought of that?
And they don't want me to stop, step into the booth it's Jumanji
I'm hot, like a hurricane shots through your vertebrae
Not here to say the same shit, I always hear the same shit talked
This is your brain on drugs and I'm ahead of the race
Got Academia cracked, here have some egg on your face bitch
Another face-lift so face it, the world is fake
It's as real as a Real Housewive's fake tits!
And I ain't got nothing to say kid, the verbal AK shit something to spray with
I'm from a different planet man, piranha plants, mushrooms, green pipes
Your man he doesn't stand a chance I'm having lunch soon
Yeah I consume skrilla, never save shit I'm the monsoon spiller
I murder tapes, I give a fuck about the murder rate
I live my own life, you ever heard of fate?
You ever heard of an edu-ma-cated rapper who lived in the jungle?
Died three times, came back after with a fucking sledge hammer
No manners, enough stamina to kill these bystanders of rap
These rap standards is wack, yeah so I'm back with a pencil
Jesus how can shit be so, be so?
They need relief yo, maybe some miso soup with wasabi
It gets more than obvious I body shit
The same girl chilling in the lobby with
The same speed, she wanted a Maserati
In December, assuming ill will when it lingers
Then I remember Uma killed Bill with her fingers
They get a thrill, cunnilingus these rap lyrics is pussy
Pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy
Yeah what's pussy to me? It's when you don't think for yourself
It's when you run alotta programs oh damn another program!
Like what these haven't died yet?
A bunch of robot bitches when I be Skynet
A virus, a pirate, DJs you better not hide shit!
I'll find it and then it gets worse when I spit a wet verse
And I make you co-sign it, fuck your whole signage!
You think I give a fuck that you got signed by Alliance?
How you been on with that blonde bitch? Don't try shit
This dudes talking how he sounds like Ebonics
Bitch your whole sound is ironic, thinking that he's on shit
You ain't on shit you don't have it, I have it so try to grab it
Your hand will explode, the way I manhandle a flow
With my philosopher's stone it's my prerogative yo
Like I'll succumb to this shit cuz I'll be fucking the world
But I won't cum for the bitch
Yo I don't want Twitter followers, suck a dick dick swallowers
Social media is hollower than Halloween pumpkins
I'm bumping Mobb Deep, Big L
Hardly concerned, broke but shits well
I slap a rapper until shit swells
And after I leave him a get well note, it says get well
You think I care if he gets killed?
A man with his pants low who says that he can when he can't flow
Pissed off yeah pistol flow, my words hit like a hollow tip
Split your throat and then I split this dro
See I don't give a fuck I'm about to tip this boat
Yeah tryna' catch waves when they tryna' to get saved I'mma grip this rope
And when these bitches get paid I'mma hit the slope
You see I'm nice with it, what's a watch without the ice in it?
It's like the panda when they handed him the mic, he don't think twice with it
These other artists look for nice critics, with some new jeans and a nice fitted
Fuck your starter cap I bring the war to rap, I'm like a quarterback
I'm Colin Kaepernick without the shoulder tatt
I slaughter raps, ejaculating my autograph
I have my cake and eat it too, you ever thought of that?
And they don't want me to stop, step into the booth it's Jumanji
I'm hot, like a hurricane shots through your vertebrae
Not here to say the same shit, I always hear the same shit talked
This is your brain on drugs and I'm ahead of the race
Got Academia cracked, here have some egg on your face bitch
Another face-lift so face it, the world is fake
It's as real as a Real Housewive's fake tits!
And I ain't got nothing to say kid, the verbal AK shit something to spray with
I'm from a different planet man, piranha plants, mushrooms, green pipes
Your man he doesn't stand a chance I'm having lunch soon
Yeah I consume skrilla, never save shit I'm the monsoon spiller
I murder tapes, I give a fuck about the murder rate
I live my own life, you ever heard of fate?
You ever heard of an edu-ma-cated rapper who lived in the jungle?
Died three times, came back after with a fucking sledge hammer
No manners, enough stamina to kill these bystanders of rap
These rap standards is wack, yeah so I'm back with a pencil
Jesus how can shit be so, be so?
They need relief yo, maybe some miso soup with wasabi
It gets more than obvious I body shit
The same girl chilling in the lobby with
The same speed, she wanted a Maserati
In December, assuming ill will when it lingers
Then I remember Uma killed Bill with her fingers
They get a thrill, cunnilingus these rap lyrics is pussy
Pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy
Yeah what's pussy to me? It's when you don't think for yourself
It's when you run alotta programs oh damn another program!
Like what these haven't died yet?
A bunch of robot bitches when I be Skynet
A virus, a pirate, DJs you better not hide shit!
I'll find it and then it gets worse when I spit a wet verse
And I make you co-sign it, fuck your whole signage!
You think I give a fuck that you got signed by Alliance?
How you been on with that blonde bitch? Don't try shit
This dudes talking how he sounds like Ebonics
Bitch your whole sound is ironic, thinking that he's on shit
You ain't on shit you don't have it, I have it so try to grab it
Your hand will explode, the way I manhandle a flow
With my philosopher's stone it's my prerogative yo
Like I'll succumb to this shit cuz I'll be fucking the world
But I won't cum for the bitch