Wolfe Clas - The Revenge

Who's the king of these rap acts
The people who rap fast
These people who rap fast
Ain't faster than Wolfe Clas
I'm brown, and they guess I'm from Baghdad
I wouldn't amount to anything so I rap, hah
Now I just try to rap rap
And be fast like I am dash
Mess with me I go blah blah
Get the uzi and go brah brah
Go Go, Bap bap
I'm lighting these black hats
Maybe I am a rag man
A bad man, a mad man
Whoever the fuck I am
I hope I wake up outta the devil's den
From the ashes where i burnt
At the stake, i dug my grave (Yeah)
And the fire didn't hurt
I'm a pyromaniac, prone to heart attacks (what?)
Crashed my caddy, back, to black
And i bust cats, eat you like a snack
I'm falling downwards, my mini ax
Tomahawk, suck my cock (yeah)
I get hot, busting shots
Like K. Dot, I go brap brap bop
I pop pop shots all on these cock
Suckers, these fuckers
Wanna see my demise
They don't wanna see the rise
Of a fallen angel, I escaped the wrangled jeep
I made sure I disconnected the beep
And I know half these sons of bitches
Tryna top their subdivisions
You should know I'm back to business
And as God as my fucking witness!
I am back for revenge
Crash my black Mercedes Benz
Snap your neck this is the end
No more friends, no more amends
I am back for revenge
Crash my black Mercedes Benz
Snap your neck this is the end
No more friends, no more amends
Here I come, can't get rid of me
Black and blue, I'll bust your teeth
Here's some news, I run your streets
Hit this Juul, flavor is ink
From my pen, I must be dreaming, I'm in rem
Mind is sinking, I'm like them
Your girl is all over me
I'm the one you wanna be
You know she can't get over me
And that's why she be under me
Because I'm a title higher
And she make me a little lighter
In the head, when she give me head
She suck at sucking dick in bed
Man sometimes she sick, but I wed
Her anyways cos I don't like to shed
Tears, and I lears, at her while she at Sears
I'm your fear, better check your mirror
Because Wolfe Clas is getting nearer
And you already know-
I am back for revenge
Crash my black Mercedes Benz
Snap your neck this is the end
No more friends, no more amends
I am back for revenge
Crash my black Mercedes Benz
Snap your neck this is the end
No more friends, no more amends
Wolfe Clas is a rapping rockstar
Playing bitches like a damn guitar
When it comes to spitting bars
No one goes quite as hard
I'm coming after you
Bringing the bro two tall too
We gonna plant the uzi on you
Buy from me tool
I sell 8 balls and Thirds
Snort a line of them nerds
Now I'm bouta repeat my words
From my Young Fighter verse
So many people watching the news waiting to see
Rapper Wolfe Clas shot dead in the street
We can't expect God to do all the work
So let me help him put your ass in the dirt
I'll be the last one leaving in a hearse
But this goes further than a verse
Because your family will be the ones fuckin hurt
When they're wearing your goddamn face on a T Shirt
I am back for revenge
Crash my black Mercedes Benz
Snap your neck this is the end
No more friends, no more amends
I am back for revenge
Crash my black Mercedes Benz
Snap your neck this is the end
No more friends, no more amends

Written by:
Gideon Clas

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