Joe Kruel - Pop Somethin' Lyrics

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around

The epitome of grittily in it to kill emcees
Is this beast from the Springs with the illest of beats
Yea, that's me! A badass king when I step in the ring
F*ck with me? F*ck ya team. I'm taking over the scene
Ugh, I spit a verbal helix of realness until ya feel this
Killin this verse. So ill with the realness
Spittin verses to knife ya. Cut, stab, and slice ya
I be that murderous wordiest rap cat in the cypher
I'm a naughty rotten rhymer. Yo, I'm grimy as f*ck
With my middle fingers up screaming "All of you suck"
So quit it. Forget it. You're too wack to be spittin
Against this sick and sadistic ass spic that I is, man
You wanna be enemies? Let it be cuz i shred emcees
It's evident I'm wrecking shit against all the rest of these
Joe Kruel, bitch! That's who the f*ck I be
You and ya whole squad can never f*ck with me

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around

Ayo, I love this rap shit but I hate ya two faces
I hate that you f*cks always act with ya fake friends
Your haterous-ness. Imitational shit
Fake f*ckin faces in this venomous spit
I spit it back in your face bitch
Now take this wordplay dick
I'm raping your face and this ain't a fake dick
Bust slugs in ya guts. Pornographic with hatred
I hate that I love yall cuz hate is all I get
It's sick and disgusting. Why the f*ck am I here?
I love this music too much to give it all up right here
Rhymes blind with the horror. Before the gore explorer
Morphs into a thug bucking guns up on you whores
You motherf*ckers love me cuz yall line up to f*ck me
Well, f*ck you! You want beef? F*ck it, come at me
I aint scared of you f*cks. We way past the rapping
Aint no time for that, yo, its time for dirt nap shit

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around

Yall motherf*ckas are slimy, sliding knives inside me
Two faced back stabbin ass cats be lying
How many rhymes you biting? How many lines you writing?
How many other motherf*ckers got grinds you riding?
Ayo, time is of the essence. Now your time is up
All you punk motherf*ckers just done f*cked up
Jump up to get beat down. I'm bringing the heat now
Talk is f*ckin cheap when it leaks from you weak clowns
Bet you motherf*ckers thought you'd never see me again
But here I am mic in hand spitting murderous flem
Murderous words so absurd it'll hurdle a curse
In ya mother f*cking ears with this beautiful verse
I'll impregnate ya brain and bukake the beat
Rock you to sleep, pop Glocks, and get chopped on some weed
I f*ckin dare you to test me (F*ckin dare you to test me)
Get blessed with the best. I'll stab this mic in your chest meat

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherf*cka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint f*ckin around