King - Kerser, Nebs

NEBS

(Shit)

Hahaha

Yea

Kill kill kill

Let’s go yo

Any beat Kers one we be killing shit

And you know it’s going down when I’m in this bitch

20 bitches at the door better bring 'em in

Cos I give it to 'em raw when I stick it in

Got the neighbours next door fucking sick of us

If the coppers get called I don’t give a shit

Bruz I got beats galore are you listening?

Talk shit hit the floor when I hit your chin

It’s my duty I’m a beast with this epic rhythms

You’re like Beauty and the Geek with pathetic lyrics

And I’m Reggie Mite pick getting better with it

And your shit is so weak you should’ve never spit it

Your piss weak fucking album should’ve never did it

That’s why your bitch is telling me to come and hit it

So if you’re clicking on RedTube and see your missus

You know that motherfucking NEBS did it

Another album for the haters fourth time around

Guaranteed the underground classic when I wrote it down

Every night I’m out, get inside your house

Any beam looking for the cash and them I’m out

But before I go, I’m laying on the couch

Sent you a pic of my dick in your bitch’s mouth

So you know what NEBS about

Get money get pussy, check it out

We keeping it fresh you keeping it old

Your style’s lukewarm mine’s freezing cold

It’s like a (pair inductor) paracetamol

You best to keep your mouth closed take a seat you mole

Like (Kazza Mel Mazza) I’m kicking goals

And you’re just straight fucking licking holes

I’m living proof of the king of the booth

So just like B.I.G.

gimme the loot gimme the loot

When it comes to this rap shit I’m the king

When it comes to these beats bitch I’m the king

When you’re earning from this rap shit I’m the king

And that’s why your missus is on my dick

When it comes to this rap shit I’m the king

When it comes to these beats bitch I’m the king

When it comes to these shows bruh I’m the king

And that’s why you little gronks ain’t (having our shit)

You talk a lot of this

You talk a lot of that

You talk a lot of shit

It’s awful when you rap

You was talking shit and we got your address

And my boys took it personal watch what you said

Now I’m sitting at your house smoking pot off my head

And my boy took a shot you got popped in your leg

Aw shit

The atmosphere

Kers one your fucking favourite rappers here

Slap the shit out the rest of them

Then I blame the drugs and adrenaline

Never in my life have I seen them bite

So much of me I’m barely alive shit

Someone tell them that they gotta stop with that

Otherwise they’re gonna get got for that

You tryna keep up but I lost you lad

Admitting that you bite so it’s not as bad

Let’s go

On my way to a million

You can say it I’m brilliant

I ain’t listen to you

Cos last year I made a killing what’s a figure to you?

Blowing up in the scene gonna see me fail

I ain’t listen to them what you mean they bail?

Before we got there man and talk shit on the net

But when they see us all they do is give us respect

I’ve had enough of this shit we far ahead

20k's for beats if you asking NEBS

I ain’t even start the fucking label yet

Take my word I’ll be paid to death

Organise crime yeah I know some cunts

That’ll knock you out just for toking up

When it comes to this rap shit I’m the king

When it comes to these beats bitch I’m the king

When you’re earning from this rap shit I’m the king

And that’s why your missus is on my dick

When it comes to this rap shit I’m the king

When it comes to these beats bitch I’m the king

When it comes to these shows bruh I’m the king

And that’s why you little gronks ain’t (having our shit)