Trunk Shake - AHS

Yeah

Uh

O-Omega Man

The Great and Powerful

The Great and Powerful

Uh, uh

The Great and Powerful

I hear these rappers want to know if my flow is cold (Yup)

I’ll rip your whole skull out through your nose hole

Kill each one of my foes slow

My lyric headlock will turn in to a choke-hold

When I poke holes in the throats of these rap bozos

Going nuts every time I hear these fools rhyme

I’m Tim Taylor with the tech, yelling «Tool Time»

I’m just a mild-mannered, maniacal man with mechanical hands

Connected to these animal glands

I pen long songs, ill as Kim Jong buried in thongs

And stay spacey as Niel Armstrong

I spit philosophy just to reveal y’all wrong

And keep chopping at your shoulder until your real arm is gone

Time’s a wasting, I don’t care about your occupation

I make you use your life faster than your concentration

AHs and Romy Bizz and that’s a killer combination

If you asking who’s the best, we came to kill the conversation

You might get hemmed up and duct taped

The beats go bang and they make the trunk shake

Like boom, boom, you hear that?

Boom

Hands up when I step in the room

If you a dime or a chick with a mut face

The beats go bang and they make the trunk shake

Like boom, boom, you hear that?

Boom

Hands up when I step in the room

So intellectual, better respect the young bull

I shit on fools, lose?

I refuse

Short fuse, I’m about to blow up, somebody call the news

On my P’s and Q’s, know my don’ts and do’s

I don’t confuse them, abuse them beats

Homey, whenever I speak, bars are sweet

I ain’t even in my peak, I just keep on keeping on

So keep on sleeping on me, ex broad creeping on me

Trying to find out who the kid got sleeping on me

Days pass fast, right, I feel like this a past life

Probably because the nigga started living in the fast life

Homey, you an asswipe, all up in my ass, right?

Trying to get my cash right, more cheese, more mice

Or should I say rats?

My raps spark imagination

Sharper than an axe flow, leave you with some lacerations

Romy Bizz and the almighty aHs

Dropping bars that drop jaws and broads dropping they draws, Yeah

See, with the homey Romy we rolly-polly over these phony cronies

With no canoles that want to try to know me

We Dopealicious like Spottie Ottie, and I been Okie-dokie on the mic

Since these cats were learning their hokey pokey

Since I was floating in my mom’s fallopian tube

I been a dude as dangerous as any opium feud

Surviving versus me a testimony ensues

Because I’ve never lost against someone as phony as you

Steel City, Rip City, Art of Fact Entertainment

You might just catch a massive heart attack from this arrangement

With Monstar Era we the spirit of the ancients

You can never hope to stop it and barely hope to contain it

Put you under the pavement, made them slip away

You should have fed these starving artists for just eighty cents a day

But maybe this array of lyrics that we ricochet

Will teach you that we’ll come to get you if you ever disobey