Mr Mayhem - Dfwm

Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed
Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed

I rap circles 'round- these circus clowns
With surface sounds from circumstances
Serpents are now certain now- deserted found
My listeners dissecting
They are surgeons now I'm searching for Cersei's power
Surviving suburban scouts
I'm on my own wave I'm surfing now
You know I'm owed weight I'm deserving pounds
Planning your surplus service for this sir in town
A never ending simple circus Söze is here now
You don't wanna fuck around round for round
Shoot no rounds roundahouse kick (Ronda Rousey)
'Roused in your girlfriend's mouth (What)
Never bow out (ROOF) Never Hound at (YOU)
Never down for count (True) Every fucker wanna swing
Till they found out (WHO) talking mad shit
And who really down for whatever better now than I've ever been
Knock you out light as feathers it's simple I'm out right just better

Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed
Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you
Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed

Just talking to my reflection I guess I forgot to mention
The problems I got with listening I'm awkward When not persistent
My posture is off I sense it Just jot it the composition
I'm hard on the competition But soft when I'm lost in business
Like papa doc type of vision Get knocked the fuck out at the finish
I'm always on top but not quite it shit Coming up short but always spitting (It's like)
I wanna be the greatest but I'll never quite get there (All night)
I'll be better than average but never quite the heir (Alright)
You bought it man I'm just kidding-
Women I've met I'm Slurping like seven eleven
Hurting you feather weight spitters Cursing a censorship eff ya
Hurry I'm better than ever You're seeing history ending
Perfect Nah just sending best wishes
Hercules I'm getting too sickening man Words are some deadly ass weapons

Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed
Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed

I don't play no games I'll beat the fuck out you
Like an 808 and I will bust my tool
I pray the day come I don't have to shoot
But if you push me I swing this the playground rules
I'll stomp ya not new to me Ill drop ya for jewelry
And shot up your eulogy My roster is too legit
And swasticas tattood on these Kami computer freaks
Who talk a lot of foolery Online and through the streams
I get so many death threats it's comedy to the tee
I should go get the collect bets it's honestly true money
Line up all enemies that said that they wanted me to come swing
Let them all battle it out just for the opportunity
I get so many death threats it's comedy to the tee
I should go get the collect bets it's honestly true money
Line up all enemies that said that they wanted me to come swing
Let them all battle it out just for the opportunity

Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed
Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze
I pop the heat I talk they scream
I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M
I knock I swing you drop you bleed

Written by:
Nick Wagmeister

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