Lyrics: Quinten John Coblentz/Wes Writer/Kadeem Justin Ferdinand
Music: Quinten John Coblentz/Wes Writer
They’re going to be sorry they were ever born.
Who?
All of em
yea…W….beat em’ up just like its WWW
Promise you why would I trouble you
You cannot see what its front of you
You cannot see whats in front of you
Promise that you’d get the running too if you knew what’s bout to come to you
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
Yeah
Watch out watch out
Pop out! Black out!
Wop out! Beat em up!
Knock out! Knock out!
I had to
I had to come for the head and come for their neck at the same time
I had to take out the refs. I make my own rules when it's game time.
I am the one they was talking about when they warned you about going out in the dark
Not a chihuahua i pop at ya mama I promise my bite just as bad as my bark
I push a button and end all of yo motion it’s like I was putting a tesla in park
Never been much of a painter at heart, But if I get to drawing I turn you to art
All of my dogs is rabid they got some bad habits they lockjaw and tear you apart
You sleep with the fishes, I swim with the sharks, these shots is gon exit and you gon depart
I’m Homer Simpson I got no conviction with choking you out if you talking like Bart
You see the shadows and fear hit your heart, turn off the lights I'm in love with the dark
Cos its dangerous!
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to be a bad sight when I pull up on em!
It’s about to be their last night, you don’t want nothing homie!
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
Ok smoke with me boy you might O.D
Do em dirty on the mic like ODB
Hear Du Du Du….sending shots lowkey
When I sent them two fingers I ain’t talking about peace
I don’t take it lightly they want smoke with me
A joke to me, bad guy now its kobe beef
You can die by the chopper, no helicopter
Bad man down mama call the doctor
I bring the iron i snap for my dogs and you vanish you feel like my last name was stark
That is no cap cos this hammer is holding auditions he'll make sure you playing your part
I’m not the type that should steal from the dark but if i get to drawing
I’m pulling your card
Then i’m dumping the led like a pencil, i’ll make you a stencil
That mean that you’re outlined in chalk
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to be a bad sight when I pull up on em!
It’s about to be their last night, you don’t want nothing homie!
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous
It’s about to get real dangerous