Tigga Wordz and Bat Vader - Sweatshop Nonsense

This is the Ballad of the Wicked and the Twisted
But Don't get it twisted and listen to dis Tiger's Ambitions
Cause my mission is to mark these Adidas ass tiggas
Cause they gettin' figures of propaganda to make us stigmas
I feel like a tigga wit no options so you know I lost it
I'm pullin' out this club, precaution that's a bad concoction
We hopped into the cart, We gon find you
You think We buffin' cause I'm Asian, We gon remind you
Mama said no to hesitation, cause of reincarnation
Here is my demonstration of my endless retaliation
That is translation for if I die my afterlife
Is after yours until I see your f***** corps
We packin' so much heat... guess yes that includes me
I'll feel like Gary Player laughin' at his adversaries
So let it be shown, my movement unknown like a magic stick
So quick my trick shot made statistic with da golfballistic

I'm sick and tired of Adidas
They're thinkin they're G but they actin' like some
They screamin' "oh feed us" cause they hungry for that beef
But before you get through P. Knight, you best come after me
Welcome to our Sweatshop, I see you f***** nervous
Blue face, palm sweating like if it's even worth it
Jimbo and Adidas run from the golfkart
Cause I'm swoosh...

Ran up to the scene, homie passed me the club
A Tiger woulda pulled the Nightclub, rather show my truelove
Eye of the Tiger now watch this nigga focus
Against the wind, but somehow just do it like hocus pocus
Y'all in the office collecting of nikes riches
Till a golf ball busted yo window and y'all now screamin' like b******
And you actin suspicious, who woulda done that dirt
As soon as you thought of woulda, we already came in a first
Before y'all thought y'all fly even though you're just birdies
Now we burnin' your inventory, for makin thou allegories
Ehh mister "congressman", we killin your dirty plans
I celebrate pour milk over this dead ginger bread man
I know what they adore, these petty attention w******
Is my roar, makin folklores towards this carnivore
Thought we were playin', well I stopped since twenty fourteen
So take me seriously, or bleed red at da damn green try to fuck wit me

I'm sick and tired of Adidas
They're thinkin they're G but they actin' like some
They screamin' "oh feed us" cause they hungry for that beef
But before you get through P. Knight, you best come after me
Welcome to our Sweatshop, I see you f***** nervous
Blue face, palm sweating like if it's even worth it
Jimbo and Adidas run from the golfkart
Cause I'm swoosh...

Operator, Operator, Connect me to Bat Vader
Cause the Fabricators just Paper Chasers Liquidators tryin to annihilate us
F*** an Ultimatum, Bat Vader tossin' out the Light Saber
F*** a Chamber, speech modulator along with my hot vendalator
Yo exterminator a nigga with an inhalator
Yo procreator just s**** in yo mother's incubator
Investagator and Interrogator but never no negotiator
Trail Vader on false data on child labor on the Lord and Savior
I'm from the Sith but I plead the fifth
I come da s*** that forces us to say we admit
Dry snitch? Die Bitch F*** yo Jedi Hypnosis
Bat Vader got the Focus of a Blasian Golf Poet
The greatest detective so f*** yo Mystery Meat
We saw yo Objective based on his stories on nike
Jim Keady actin' Petty for Fetty, shit got heavy
Best get ready, I got that used laser machete

Written by:
David Abselab

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