Lyrics: Leon Young
Music: Leon Young
Talk like a heathen
The radio demon
Souls on the soles when I stroll on the cement
So devious, I'm a troll, a comedian
But I throw bows if you hoes inconvenience
Got my toes on the ceiling
Not on my level
You know you agree with a hazbin
Never that, bro, I'm a kingpin
Team lit, we ain't got roles for the squeamish
Girl, you wanna come to my hotel
Everybody here for a piece and it's no bell
You come down here, and thereโs no ball
Wanna flip a coin for a wish, bitch, oh well
Wanna roll the dice, but you lost your marbles
Martial law dissolves any partial problems
Partial problems, here meet a martial artist
Disrespect your limbs, turn to partial objects
C'est la vie and ciao for now
Had to flip your "mom" just to "wow" the crowd
If you don't understand, you can sound it out
Your mom and wow the same when I'm round and round
Rigging ulterior motives
But you interfere you'll be rigged with explosives
Different agenda with different approaches
I live as a king, you live with the roaches
Live for the radio, live for the roses
Palette refined , I'm king of the vocalists
You live for the screens, you're hopeless
Swallow a barrel and load it
I know that you came for some fun
But you jumped in the bed with a vulture
They wonder why I give a d*mn
Cause it's them that are runnin' the culture
What's a rhyme or reason?
Even I just can't seem to find none
Once I call the curtains !
Nobody's peekin' behind โem
No bed is safe for sleepin' !
That's why I lie alone
I'll broadcast all your secrets !
Speak right into the microphone
Oh this cakewalk is a climb
Right to the top, you'll crawl
But all you'll find up here's a fall !
And Iโll be watchin' !
โTis season of the rizz demon
Down in hell, but I'm still cheesin'
How we dead, but I'm still reapin'
Iโve transcended, I'm still peekin'
Smack your head, but you still talkin'
You Adam types, you can't steal Eden
Lost your b*tch you still heavin'
You still cryin'
You still grievin'
And if you don't get yourself together
And leave up to f*ck alone
I will rip you from limb to limb!
Now where was I?
Almost got me off topic
Those demons get me all toxic
Sometimes you gotta put them in line
To show godly skill to a novice
Murderer in life and I'm still a mic killer
High spitter, I get up teeth showing
Bright glimmer, I sit and I simmer my plan and my rhythm
My swagger ,my riddles, they mad that I fiddle
I battle, I rattle, I pivot
But I have a deal and there's no strings in it
You can trust me, see the big teeth grinning
You sign in the line and your dreams breach limits
It's gutsy gutsy for you not to trust me
Lucky, lucky, you should feel to touch me
Beautiful but trust me, it gets ugly
You the shit, I put you in the dung heap
Clothed in lies, loath fabrications
Dope aspirations, no application though
Giant odds, but bro, strapped with David
Either get in line or go line the grave, b*tch
What's a rhyme or reason?
Even I just can't seem to find none
Once I call the curtains !
Nobody's peekin' behind โem
No bed is safe for sleepin' !
That's why I lie alone
I'll broadcast all your secrets !
Speak right into the microphone
Oh this cakewalk is a climb
Right to the top, you'll crawl
But all you'll find up here's a fall !
And Iโll be watchin' !