4mins feat. Jack Marky by Mixlo Lyrics
You rhyme & I’m still trying
Finding your voice
Haters, I’ll give em no choice
Ladies I’m making em moist
Down in the lower region
Want to date you this evening
Guaranteed by the end of the night You’ll probably be leaving
Reason? Yo my penis is disappointing
Stop with finger pointing
Need to make an appointment
I give you Thirty-three seconds to three in the morning
Straight off the bus
And this load, foam in my mouth
And snoring, boring yeah
But that’s the life for me
J. A. C. to the K, R. A to the B
B I.T. Consultant
Yeah we sniffing these solvents
Yeah hit you with condiments
It’s kind of assaulting
Til I get pepper sprayed
And apply some ointment
Got both of the Tointon sisters
Trying to resist us, pointing what?Truth of the fact is
Can’t match this rap shit
Lyrically everyday
I’m fucking scoring a hat-trick
How’s the theatrics?
Celebrate with a backflip
Multitask with a bag of bats
Mostly made out of plastic
You say that I chat shit
I’m Mr Fantastic
My dick is so long
Looks like it’s stretched with elastic
What? You flabbergasted
I master this rap shit
If I ruled the world
Just measure this atlas
Arts and crafts attack
On any kats that’ll brag
About all the gats that he packed
All the cash that he stashed
And plenty hoes that he smashed
A couple bars ago, yo I did that
But here’s a fact
Never thought for the okie dokie
And getting cosy with rosy
But she don’t know me, but homey
We’re doing the hokey pokey
I picked my bogey and slowly
Placed it on her upholstery
Picked me up and she throw me
Cracked my knee with a nose bleed
Text me on my mobi
Saying she feeling lonely
Kiss kiss, emoji
Carve my name in an old tree
Says I’m the one and only disturbing
I don’t know, gee man, I suppose we Were compatible, mathematical
Yeah it’s radical, by you in a
Powerful, gradual repercussion
Chicken without the stuffing
Muffin, bagel, what?
Stave off my navel, please
Give me the label
The hand that rocking the cradle
Please, give me like Mabel
Yeah bombing like Sable
Through a table I’m able
But, It ain’t a fable
Like the Dudley boys, yeah
We bring the noise, I’m poised
I’m full of rage, just maybe the roids
I get a kind of annoyed
And I try to avoid
Anyone that employs such
Incompetent boys
Who rhyme about crime one syllable
At a time
When a rhyme, the plan of mine is Blowing your mind
Like a line of that fine white
Will get you high as a kite
The kind that Escobar endorsed
At a time
Til I got chased by the CIA
Got shot and he died
Narcos the fucking truth
I ain’t telling no lies
I just contemplating or thinking the Shit I should buy with money
Hoes, clothes, man I’ll just start
With this pie, why cause?
Lardie dardie, we like to party
I don’t start trouble
I don’t bother nobody
I talk so much shit
My words belong in a potty
I have so much shit
She probably think it’s my hobby
Tempted, robbery
Of you home in the zone
We got a couple of things
I’d like to propose, I condone if Piers Morgan got punched in the nose, or Apologised for hacking them phones
But he wouldn’t do that
Better chance of Tupac
Coming back in blue slacks
Hanging out with Cusacks
Showing me all his new tatts
Telling me about thug life’s a myth
I never knew that
All rappers are douchebags
Arglgh, Bitch give me my shoe back
Car, we’re in the car
Nah I never flew back
To Corrusant, yeah we smoking These blunts, chillin with ladies
You know we having so much fun
I’m super duper, word pooper
Freddy Kruger and Lex Luther
StormTrooper on the same track
Word manoeuvre, straight shoot
You and if you lose your life
Say hi to Christ in the afterlife
I’m so nice with my advice
Ostracise any guys that rhyme
And try stealing my spotlight
Here a conundrum
Getting stunned with a stun-gun
Baby bunting, I’m fronting
I’m back but I was hunting
A wack rapper
Who sat on the crapper
Shit his pants, in advance
You looking dapper
Ayia Napa, paper rapper
Finding your voice
Haters, I’ll give em no choice
Ladies I’m making em moist
Down in the lower region
Want to date you this evening
Guaranteed by the end of the night You’ll probably be leaving
Reason? Yo my penis is disappointing
Stop with finger pointing
Need to make an appointment
I give you Thirty-three seconds to three in the morning
Straight off the bus
And this load, foam in my mouth
And snoring, boring yeah
But that’s the life for me
J. A. C. to the K, R. A to the B
B I.T. Consultant
Yeah we sniffing these solvents
Yeah hit you with condiments
It’s kind of assaulting
Til I get pepper sprayed
And apply some ointment
Got both of the Tointon sisters
Trying to resist us, pointing what?Truth of the fact is
Can’t match this rap shit
Lyrically everyday
I’m fucking scoring a hat-trick
How’s the theatrics?
Celebrate with a backflip
Multitask with a bag of bats
Mostly made out of plastic
You say that I chat shit
I’m Mr Fantastic
My dick is so long
Looks like it’s stretched with elastic
What? You flabbergasted
I master this rap shit
If I ruled the world
Just measure this atlas
Arts and crafts attack
On any kats that’ll brag
About all the gats that he packed
All the cash that he stashed
And plenty hoes that he smashed
A couple bars ago, yo I did that
But here’s a fact
Never thought for the okie dokie
And getting cosy with rosy
But she don’t know me, but homey
We’re doing the hokey pokey
I picked my bogey and slowly
Placed it on her upholstery
Picked me up and she throw me
Cracked my knee with a nose bleed
Text me on my mobi
Saying she feeling lonely
Kiss kiss, emoji
Carve my name in an old tree
Says I’m the one and only disturbing
I don’t know, gee man, I suppose we Were compatible, mathematical
Yeah it’s radical, by you in a
Powerful, gradual repercussion
Chicken without the stuffing
Muffin, bagel, what?
Stave off my navel, please
Give me the label
The hand that rocking the cradle
Please, give me like Mabel
Yeah bombing like Sable
Through a table I’m able
But, It ain’t a fable
Like the Dudley boys, yeah
We bring the noise, I’m poised
I’m full of rage, just maybe the roids
I get a kind of annoyed
And I try to avoid
Anyone that employs such
Incompetent boys
Who rhyme about crime one syllable
At a time
When a rhyme, the plan of mine is Blowing your mind
Like a line of that fine white
Will get you high as a kite
The kind that Escobar endorsed
At a time
Til I got chased by the CIA
Got shot and he died
Narcos the fucking truth
I ain’t telling no lies
I just contemplating or thinking the Shit I should buy with money
Hoes, clothes, man I’ll just start
With this pie, why cause?
Lardie dardie, we like to party
I don’t start trouble
I don’t bother nobody
I talk so much shit
My words belong in a potty
I have so much shit
She probably think it’s my hobby
Tempted, robbery
Of you home in the zone
We got a couple of things
I’d like to propose, I condone if Piers Morgan got punched in the nose, or Apologised for hacking them phones
But he wouldn’t do that
Better chance of Tupac
Coming back in blue slacks
Hanging out with Cusacks
Showing me all his new tatts
Telling me about thug life’s a myth
I never knew that
All rappers are douchebags
Arglgh, Bitch give me my shoe back
Car, we’re in the car
Nah I never flew back
To Corrusant, yeah we smoking These blunts, chillin with ladies
You know we having so much fun
I’m super duper, word pooper
Freddy Kruger and Lex Luther
StormTrooper on the same track
Word manoeuvre, straight shoot
You and if you lose your life
Say hi to Christ in the afterlife
I’m so nice with my advice
Ostracise any guys that rhyme
And try stealing my spotlight
Here a conundrum
Getting stunned with a stun-gun
Baby bunting, I’m fronting
I’m back but I was hunting
A wack rapper
Who sat on the crapper
Shit his pants, in advance
You looking dapper
Ayia Napa, paper rapper