Blasted Huh? by NOT KLYDE Lyrics
[Intro]
Great, nothing better than a soaking wet costume
(Yuchk)
[Verse 1: Not Klyde]
Blasted, Huh
Little homie feelin' bombastic, huh
Hit the Billie Jean, dancing, he feel ecstatic, huh
Got the pen and pad and he feelin' creative, huh
Don't run in my house with your dirty 350's on, uh
Look at my eyes, I'm a Asian, you take 'em off
I got the Glock, it's a ESV
Didn't you hear it?
We shoot 'em like
De-de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de
King Dedede, who do you main?
I'm smashin'
I got the steel, it's passion
Driven, determined, desire
We hop in a Datsun, drivin'
Wait
De-de-de, driven, determined
Desire, I said King
I said Datsun
The King of Kings, Son Of Man
Hung on the cross for the damned
And you bet that that's Passion
[Chorus: Not Klyde]
Blasted
Blasted
Blasted
Uh uh uh
Blasted
Yeah
Ha ha ha
[Verse 2: Not Klyde]
Yeah, blasted, uh
Little homie feelin' bombastic, uh
Hit the Billie Jean dancin' he feel ecstatic, uh
Got the pen and pad and he feelin' creative, (uhh)
Don't run in my house with your dirty 350's on
Look at my eyes, I'm a Asian, you take 'em off
I got the Glock, it's a ESV
Didn't you hear it?
We shoot 'em like
De-de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de
(Uhh)
King Di-di-di, who do you main?
I'm smashin'
I got the steel, it's passion
Driven, determined, desire
We hop in a Datsun, drivin' (Uhh)
Wait
Di-di-di, driven, determined
Desire, I said King
I said Datsun
The King of Kings, Son Of Man
Hung on the cross for the damned
And you bet that that's passion
(uhh)
[Verse 3: Witnez]
Ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy ayy, ayy
Uh, blasted, uh
Little homie feel like the four, I feel fantastic, uh
Run up on me, you can have it, uh
You shoulda known I'm a savage, shuh, shuh
I'm wreakin' havoc, uh
Who do you main, man I'm smashin', yeah
Don't act like you ain't ev'n knows, yeah
Settin' it up for the bros, huh
Okay, like yeah
I don't do the double cup, uh
Shoutout Slump God, uh
I feelin' high like a tide, pod
Lately, I feel like a mime, wow
Boy gotta show you out the boat, uh
Shoutout to God, He the goat, uh
Try to vert me I could throw it, uh
[Outro: Not Klyde]
Don't run in my house with those dirty 350's on
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I said don't run in my house with those dirty 350's on
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Great, nothing better than a soaking wet costume
(Yuchk)
[Verse 1: Not Klyde]
Blasted, Huh
Little homie feelin' bombastic, huh
Hit the Billie Jean, dancing, he feel ecstatic, huh
Got the pen and pad and he feelin' creative, huh
Don't run in my house with your dirty 350's on, uh
Look at my eyes, I'm a Asian, you take 'em off
I got the Glock, it's a ESV
Didn't you hear it?
We shoot 'em like
De-de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de
King Dedede, who do you main?
I'm smashin'
I got the steel, it's passion
Driven, determined, desire
We hop in a Datsun, drivin'
Wait
De-de-de, driven, determined
Desire, I said King
I said Datsun
The King of Kings, Son Of Man
Hung on the cross for the damned
And you bet that that's Passion
[Chorus: Not Klyde]
Blasted
Blasted
Blasted
Uh uh uh
Blasted
Yeah
Ha ha ha
[Verse 2: Not Klyde]
Yeah, blasted, uh
Little homie feelin' bombastic, uh
Hit the Billie Jean dancin' he feel ecstatic, uh
Got the pen and pad and he feelin' creative, (uhh)
Don't run in my house with your dirty 350's on
Look at my eyes, I'm a Asian, you take 'em off
I got the Glock, it's a ESV
Didn't you hear it?
We shoot 'em like
De-de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de
(Uhh)
King Di-di-di, who do you main?
I'm smashin'
I got the steel, it's passion
Driven, determined, desire
We hop in a Datsun, drivin' (Uhh)
Wait
Di-di-di, driven, determined
Desire, I said King
I said Datsun
The King of Kings, Son Of Man
Hung on the cross for the damned
And you bet that that's passion
(uhh)
[Verse 3: Witnez]
Ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy ayy, ayy
Uh, blasted, uh
Little homie feel like the four, I feel fantastic, uh
Run up on me, you can have it, uh
You shoulda known I'm a savage, shuh, shuh
I'm wreakin' havoc, uh
Who do you main, man I'm smashin', yeah
Don't act like you ain't ev'n knows, yeah
Settin' it up for the bros, huh
Okay, like yeah
I don't do the double cup, uh
Shoutout Slump God, uh
I feelin' high like a tide, pod
Lately, I feel like a mime, wow
Boy gotta show you out the boat, uh
Shoutout to God, He the goat, uh
Try to vert me I could throw it, uh
[Outro: Not Klyde]
Don't run in my house with those dirty 350's on
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I said don't run in my house with those dirty 350's on
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah