Песня Second Round Ti.K.O (feat. Robbie Rosen) в исполнении KFC - слушать онлайн в хорошем качестве или скачать трек в Mp3 бесплатно на ПК или телефон.
UHHH Its Mailtime Music White Zinfandel getting loose KFC Cream Cheese This one's for Duncan, Tiko About to knock this bitch out Young Unsweetened! Time to step up to the table Play some Tiko Texas Hold Em I'm about to call this bluff Make Tiko Texas fold em I keep it 100 This diss track gon' be a breeze Gon' be crying face emojis So pass me the aux cord Bout to set this chick ablaze She thought she's gon' blow up But now she's going down in flames The funny thing is, you still really think you're famous What part don't you understand bitch? I'm the one who made this Without me, there is no you You're just a fucking Big Sean Stan Career about to end from a nerdy fucking Baseball Fan I wasn't gonna make this track But then I knew I had to Hey Tiko, we're not laughing with you We're laughing at you I thought you could rhyme But bitch you clearly got nothin Only thing worse than you flow Is that disgusting belly button Like an extraterrestrial I can't even stand next to you I roasted you once Now time to finish the rest of you You told us Numbers Never Lie So why don't you tell the truth, Tiko? Needed Stoolies to pay to get in the booth, Tiko Needed me to get people to hear your tunes, Tiko Truth be told you look like a fucking cartoon, Tiko Face like Sam Cassell, with a nose like Patrick Ewing Teeth like Michael Strahan, what the fuck are you doing? Duncan got more game than you And Duncan got more fame than you About to ether Tiko Texas Make you change your name boo You're welcome for the 15 minutes Now I'm moving passed ya First rapper to be murdered By a blogger slash podcaster I'm going for the Knock Out Sittin at the top now Every time I drop, I drop I stand up Never gonna tap out I'ma be a star now I ain't gonna stop The game's in my blood Going for the Knock kn-knock knock kn-knock knock out Hit the switch Time to go lights out Never gon, never gon, Never gon stop now Knock, kn-knock, knock kn-knock Knock Out! Tiko Texas, Ashes I burned with that torch, boy But my work ain't finished here It's time to rip on Portnoy I waited long enough Finally time for me to deliver When I'm finished with you Dave Your family gonna be sitting Shiva I'm sorry Mrs. Portnoy He shoulda never messed with me Thats his worst mistake Since turning down that Draft Kings equity The way I spit these bars Will turn your brain into a noodle The last time that you got smoked Was by my golden fucking doodle So now I'm coming for that head I'm chopping necks like ISIS I'll put you out your misery I'll end that mid-life crisis Big schnoz Hair plugs Quasimodo hunchback Take one look at Pres And my stomach gives its lunch back 38 by 30, what a stumpy fucking shylock Sit right down and shut your mouth I'll slap your face with my... penis Man, fuck it, you ain't nothin without me You'd be giving Bieber blow Js Hepatitis B I knock the air out your balls You'll be calling me Deflategate You're old as fuck and going bald They kicked you off of J Date I'm going for the Knock Out Sittin at the top now Every time I drop, I drop I stand up Never gonna tap out I'ma be a star now I ain't gonna stop The game's in my blood Going for the Knock kn-knock knock kn-knock knock out Hit the switch Time to go lights out Never gon, never gon, Never gon stop now Knock, kn-knock, knock kn-knock Knock Out! Some ratchet hoodrat bitch, coming at me and my dog? Its all about the Entenmann's, baby Its all about the Entenmann's, baby Its all about the Entenmann's, baby Its all about the Entenmann's, baby Cream Cheese on the track!
