Tiger Uppercut

[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] It’s that dark rebel at chart levels All lames get bent off the frame like daredevil car metal March with fellows in the hardest ghetto Kids in the kitchen, but large kettles And they ain't cooking marshmallows Something more like a hard yellow Young face to supply base like mozart jellos So step on this shit like go kart pedals Right here you’re getting rizzy Fried and cooked to the fish scale Crispy like Arthur Treachers Ain’t it hard to heat ya imposter with heaters And your future type of car be the reaper Double action like a double feature Being a young eager beaver made em puff the reefer Now grown up, he loves the divas Bustin' in they cleavage, chuck snub heaters that blow like a club speaker Hit dames in the head like caveman clubs beater He be the king size, KGR franchise Ice cold, see no soul in the man’s eyes And my main goal is to roll in that land ride I spit quills to make a killing when my grams dry [Verse 2: Logic Ali] You see a killer in this man’s eyes I’m killing and I’m burning like a camp fire He said that I ain’t trapping, that’s a damn lie I hand-to-hand pies like a grandma But no, I ain’t a granny, I just ate Xanax Took down eight Xanax like straight candy I got a lot of tools but I ain’t handy I’m a motherfucker savage, but I ain’t Randy But I still get these bows off Kool G and Logic like Beethoven, Mozart Like show parts and Breitling Zangief and M. Bison, but we nicer Word slicer, toss 'em up like volleyball I'm flyer than an albatross on Al B Sure And I'll be sure to make you think that Logic Ali raw I'll probably body ya'll, mashed up like Mardi Gras Dropping off your body parts so your mommy’s saw You gone probably have to get your bodyguard a bodyguard