DFUOB7 | RADEK - Work (Invasion - Prod. DJ Hoppa)
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/ imradek
Lyrics:
Verse 1-
Fuck you and fuck your safety and security
bitch I be burning churches and lurking
but its a blur to me, so surely
I can tell these faggots wanna murder me
Cause Radek's spitting words
that'll burn your turds to the third degree
On purpose,
I'm wrapping rappers corpses up in curtain sheets
I turn your perfect shirt to burgundy
for fucking smirking sweet, with certainty
You'll find my mind defines the term obscurity
With no sign of maturity,
my mom regrets her birthing me, so bury me
Cause my ass is halfway underground
Yall passed me in the past,
so why the fuck you want me now?
I'm high and flying to the top and never falling down
If you got a problem with Radek's mouth
Bitch , then call me out.
Chorus-
Ha, Burning up and we got hell to bring
Tell a friend to get a head you gotta aim at everything
Ah, Smoking lots of herb and turning green
You gotta murder the herd to earn a piece
ain't nothing free.
WORK
This shit ain't coming cheap
but it ain't work cause this kinda shit is fun to me
WORK
This shit ain't coming cheap
but it ain't work cause this kinda shit is fun to me
Verse-
So move over, I'm the new shit and you a fossil
The profit of awesome's gospel
for problems I got a bottle
Fuck a bibles my motto
These hunnies calling me Guapo
I gobble blunts , call me pothole
More underground than el chapo
My pockets have gotten guap low
On top and I watch you topple
This vodkas making me talk show
The hottest outta chicago
Your momma should've swallowed
I'm honest to god picasso
I shot a vato named pablo
and robbed his taco from costco.
I'm murdering many that running they mouths
Beszerk on these bitches I burp up a growl
I'm burning the loud while the curtains are down
Then spit to the crown while I high in the clouds
Fuck it. I don't know what the fuck is real no more
Conceal how I feel and reveal it
through the pen and ink that pours, of course
I'm causing wars with words worse that whores warts
I'm broke and I'm a poor sport.
Breaking into porn stores, laying on they floor board
Going through they closed drawers
Fuck it, I must've lost it or maybe I was born bored.
Chorus -