Sunboxin' (Finchey! Remix)

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Merciless Sun Gods

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Aweee, imma mess em up
With no trigger pull
Bullets come straight up
Through the cotton wool
We ain't nothing but a nothing
Blood face, running
Kill em with the wu tang
Struck em
You act tough brother, you better talk like it
I'm sporadic, blowing like a pistol just to strike it
Breaking bones, do you you like it that narrow
Like a pharaoh, shooting straighter than a bow and arrow
Sunboxin', that's what the gods do
Fricked around, the whole clan stomped you
Lil piss boy, wear pajamas and romp you
Get my crew together and mob you
The sun gods don't take shit from blockheads
Ride around town, blow shit and knock heads
Can't take damage unless the shit is toxic
Mastered the style, call it sunboxin'
These rappers wanna get famous without putting in work
Getting hype off words, eating hella nerds
Bodied the verse, call in the herse
Call in the nurse, killed it like a curse
Catch em with that deep type flow
Woah
Me and crew, killing noobs and making mad dough
Piece to all the chads
All the brothers with no dads
Pistol grip gauge, blows his nads
We got odules
Nickel plated Juuls
Big pools
Coming out the dark, like big ghouls
The G's calling on everybody like a sitrep
The lyrics coming out ya mouth, you get strep
Get necked, by the people with a lack of the respect
Intelligent verse, Inspecta Deck
And be rid of all the nonsense
I put all these brothers to shame, with no names
And lame concepts
Sun gods, are you with me, Where you at
It be swords or it's bats, killa gods on Attack
Sun gods, are you with me, where you at
Blowing checks, with the gauge, and the rage of a cat
Speaking of the god john
Ayo, it's the devil get yo shit gone
Dimmadome's coming down pass me the bomb
Thousands down like we camping em' at spawn
Killin' em' like cannibals at the donner party
Lookin in they pants, it's a little sharty
Screech type flow like scraping with car keys
You think you can play harp? Please
Man, i'm so sick of these white devils
And if you will allow me to level
Great celebration, you know we had to revel
We fit in, just like a bird nestled
Y'all need to shut up like claptrap
But i'mma keep spitting this fat rap
While i'm dealing with fallout, making hella caps
Sun, gods, sun, gods, sun, gods
Yeah, have you ever even slept with a psycho in her pants
Well I am a great general and I'm emperor of France
You know who I am, your boi Napoleon Bonaparte
I'm shorter than your genitals and I like to sit and fart
You know what else? I went on down to Egypt
I slaughtered Mamluk sultans and I was buried in a crypt
Now I'll stop talking bout history and start telling you shit
Like Finchey once said Itty bitty little bit
We are being trapped like rabbits in a hole
The haters tell you shit and try and steal your soul
You know what I think, you should probably leave
Cause the Sun Gods are coming and they'll stick you in a sleeve
For my last verse, I'm starting to see
My blood is turning red and i'll hand it off to Kosped
Sun gods, are you with me, Where you at
It be swords or it's bats, killa gods on Attack
Sun gods, are you with me, where you at
Blowing checks, with the gauge, and the rage of a cat

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