Lil' Axe

Gunter glieben glauchen globen

*Greta speech*

Got no license, still I drive on a monster [There's no need to]

What a feeling, what a must, such a blaster [There's no need to worry]
Cut these pipes and it goes a little faster [There's no need to]
There's no need to worry about emissions
Just go faster

Endless highway, (job-job)

Gonna get off on my high trip (job-job)
Better not come across any hitchhikers (job-job)
Nontheless I need some low life skin for carpet (job-job)

It's not an easy job to be an ignorant fool (job-job)

An incompetent, an imbecile, a halfwit joker
and a bastard

Stay low, stay underground

Some dense motherfuckers gonna run the town
School's out and I ain't gonna suffer
Cause summer is forever for this sucker

Moooooooooom (MOM!), can I close my door?

Daaaaaaaaaad (MOM!), I'm old enough

*Trump speech*

Relax, maybe try to sit down, keep calm

Grab a tea and now stay in your seat
Then eat some shit and put your favorite T-
Shirt on, you're the winner man
Who would have thought of that?
Grab your prize, name your price, man

Relax, do it
You thought it couldn't get much worse
So look at where we are some 30 long years later
What's left in music than a crater?
You didn't want no Frankie fool
But frankly now, let's welcome the

Lil'axe, now in da house goin' straight to Hollytune, yeah!

Pimp, og, lover of our mothers, daddy of our fathers
He got no spare time for your shit, he doesn't even got no time to shit
Well time is money and money sticks like honey so let him be a (shhh)

Lil'axe, he's ready now, hush, he's in the zone

He's gone from zero to hero, no friends, no home, no water, all on his own
Coat by Fendi, wheels by Bentley, Gucci his god, Rolex in hand
Watch your step peasant, his shoes are Yves Saint Laurent

I'm a criminal, a criminal, a hired killer

Got my bitches, private beaches, nasal itches, I'm a dealer
You mess with the axe you get cut
I sin and I kill with my glock
I'm stacking my guap in my a$$

Lil'axe, king of beats, he's tryin' to get to medium

spitting words and fire out randomly, not even and immodium
can stop this man , this shitstorm, look at him at the podium
all three spots for him; success, his victory, his opium

Moooooooooom (MOM), can I close my door?

Daaaaaaaaaad (MOM), I'm old enough

Stay low, stay underground

Some dense motherfuckers gonna run the town
School's out and I ain't gonna suffer
Cause summer is forever for this sucker

DENSE MOTHERFUCKERS!

(job-job)