Javelin - No Sensei (feat. King Coop & Jordan Clark)

You untrained
You ain't got no sensei
You want flame?, well that's just what I spit, aye
You untrained
You ain't got no sensei
You ain't got no sense, aye
You ain't got no sense
Scintillating scent of a lady on my bed
Sick as hades, I slit Mercedes's eyelids
So she can see me insert the weenie
Stick it in a little bit
& she's a'bleeding on my sheets
Even Steven you best bet that we gonna get
Cuz she crept, what did it take to break her neck
Only the python I call my arm, sleeper hold, night-night your time's come, bitch
Anyway that's stupidness, any day soon he'll sip booze & just forget what makes him so damn ruthless
Too super duper loopy in the brain stem
Come again?, did I really hear him talk about killing and raping Mercedes, he's hating on ladies, no way, see, I'm only displaying the crazy
That we all got from the mall cops to the tall, dark, handsome alt-rockers & the jaw sockers
& the mah fockers who just pop poppers
& the moms wanting to be on top of
Javelin's show stopper
Hot boxers, rich & pompous talkers, simple sots, jocks & all nodders
To those who nod off & those who nod heads
To my fresh take on hip hop shit
Least you listening bitch
Least you listening bitch
Least you listening
I need something that's different
I got sensei in my mind, ain't slippin it
I'mma do this thing just for us
I'mma do this thing just for us
I be sensei, I could call it sensei
I be sensei, I could call it sensei
I'mma do this thing just for us
& we ain't worried about it, I can do the best
You untrained
You ain't got no sensei
You want flame?, well that's just what I spit, aye
You untrained
You ain't got no sensei
You ain't got no sense, aye
You ain't got no sense
You untrained
You ain't got no sense, aye
Fucking with the kid & the B-Raid
Gonna get a mean haymaker to your cheap face
Gonna keep pace with the chase after raps fantastic-er than last year
Gonna heat things up & get stoned like a sinner in the way past years
If the gas leaks I'mma throw a match, this boy like arson
If I had teeth, I could grow em back, then I wouldn't be starving
For now gotta pull fangs out like a basilisk to stab actors with em
Bass-ackwards rhythm, so pass the skillet, I'm frying villains
So time's a million hope you die crying little miss chameleon
That's off topic, yo Tiz
Make it stop quick

Written by:
Cooper Tisdale, Jordan Clark, Kyle Spear

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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