Viktor Harter - F8D (feat. MONARRÁ)

I'ma boss up
Cuz I done flossed up
Toes underneath a rug
Mean Mug
I don't care about these thugs
So called
Roll Call
We winning these games
Like Goku Super Saiyan
So what am I Saying
I'ma leave y'all Praying
I don't come back
This is Viktor's evil arch
Taking needles to the heart
Like the Beatles at the start
I'm on to big things
Like Lebron and his fifth ring
Rest in Peace Kobe
He did it for the children
Ain't no one could fill in
These shoes
I'm at the top
I don't mean to be rude
My shit don't stop
Twitter fingers causing feuds
But u Know I got them bops
Catch me in the nude at the ward
Rebellious type there is no port
Or remake my shit is too original
It's a heat shake every mixtape
When I breath you wait
Cuz you know I'm the ill-est ever
Shout outs to Wade
Sporting a modest sweater
In the coldest weather
But one day I'm gonna fade
We only live so long no forever

One day I'm gonna fade
So catch the fade
This will be your last shot
I'ma make it like Kobe the one and Only
I got the cream inside like Italian cannoli's

Iced out like Todoroki, never legally
We may have 6 degrees of separation, but u never seeing me
Cut unseemly seams like string on tees
But what's the tea to a bitch who don't cross hers
Either way my beliefs get me crossed like crosswords
So don't cross this, I'm like caller ID - an enemy to the obnoxious
My cops at Amazon packing boxes of boomboxes
Feel like I'm listening to 'Boom' how i check boxes
Y'all just got hooks, i got more than that, like good boxers
And to keep it brief
Im noxious to the easily nauseous
Turn a trans bitch back to male like I delivered neurotoxins
Lyrics neurologic, not a coke head but on them keys like Neuroshokers
Against media media
Mediocre medieval karaoke gimmicks with bad poker-faced optics
Cyclops's and Colossus'
Should be monsters but spandex-wearing metrosexual cock bins
So while I cock this at this cockeyed cockney cockroach
It's verbally comparable to cockfighting up in a cockpit
The Results is Marilyn Monroe
You may of been pretty tight, but now you're pretty dead
Stopping snot-nosed infants from coming for my rep like Sudafed
Better than any old head trying to hate, cuz I didn't fuck no Super-head

Written by:
Ramona Star

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