Final Destination (feat. Loxtone.)

Thor God of thunder, or I'm not Best believe I'll give it all that I got Tryna make it to the top Whether you think my shit is hot, or it's not I think I got what it takes to be in it with the big dogs But I do it just to floss One couldn't give a f*ck Sounds as if you outta luck Come back for the mad stuff Kavity and big Lox Better believe we're going up Middle fingers To you motherfuckers that think that we're not Better look us up Perth, that's what's up You better know what's up Get up on your feet Better jump to the sick bump Bass and that snare drum Any like me, slim to none Maybe there's some But do you get crunk like Mr. Loxton Unleash the dragon, fire spreading Better run motherfuckers Coming with the gun, gun motherfuckers Running up on you And Poured in this pot Oh my god I'm not getting all of the answers But I'm not gonna slow Till I'm running up on these gangsters Like I'm Pac on a roll And I'm coming up with defences And I'm copping a stall As soon as I can explode Is there any I can expose You take the matter at face value As mad as it makes you When these faggots betray you And does that entertain you Yeah, is that on the menu With this shit I won't fake Shooting the side of your face dude Do whatever it takes Don't think anymore This ain't tug of war, we got 'em Such a menace in this game Them metaphors, we jot 'em Leaving the cards Out on the table before we blow Like a stove top. Lid 'n' all of course they know Of course we don't, have to speak But also, it's a form of show To back it then again enforce the road And foster growth This is how we cross the throne Spitting morse code on these faggots Like the raw foot soldiers Cane corso What matters if you start to toke this When your soul shatters in half, that you snap into focus Get the most out this bag, getting back any vultures Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Have my soul captive, as others laugh, insult us To the day After the part when I slap you sulkers In the fucking face Enguard, and the cast we Cultivated an escape But in order to rap shit colder Spill us the beans Poured in this pot Oh my god I'm not getting all of the answers But I'm not gonna slow Till I'm running up on these gangsters Like I'm Pac on a roll And I'm coming up with defences And I'm copping a stall As soon as I can explode Is there any I can expose You take the matter at face value As mad as it makes you When these faggots betray you And does that entertain you Yeah, is that on the menu With this shit I won't fake Shooting the side of your face dude Do whatever it takes