Coup De Gráce (Explicit)

Coup De Gráce (Explicit) - 360/Seth Sentry/Pez

Written by：Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton

Ayy

They wanna know where 6 at 6 at

When I hit 'em with this track they would likely retire uh-huh

The fact is I hate rappers as well

I'd rather battle myself and fight fire with fire fire

What I'm sayin' in my song'll amaze ya

What I'm tryna say is you'll get lost in it ayy brah

Honestly with the quality we droppin'

If you wanna degrade us it's gotta be a plus

I ain't listenin' to hip-hop these days

Everybody just a bunch of hip-hop clichés true

Go ahead and buy my sh*t off ebay

I'm here to break records like a pissed off DJ snap

Yeah I can tell it in your melon

You developin' a habit better gallop into rehab rehab

Uh I'm a fellow without manners

Not a felon I'm Khaled 'em and tell 'em where the keys at another one

I can smell it where the w**d at

Honestly homie yo I can tell you're gonna relapse relax

You're a d**e fiend for the codeine

You're a Fat Joe fan got you yellin' for the lean back

Coup de grâce coup de grâce

Anyone can get it I don't care who you are uh-uh

Coup de grâce coup de grâce

I don't give a f**k who you are

I been lookin' around but I still haven't found my place

That's why you see me drift off into outer space

All you down to earth rappers can eat sour grapes

Or a sour steak my whole f**kin' fridge is out of date

I rocked up to the studio an hour late yeah

And snuck in like Hey guys it sounded great

I swear to God I hear another of you welterweight

Rappers who sound the same and there'll be f**kin' hell to pay

Man I'm feelin' back in my element

Like I'm channeling the Devil writing rap for the hell of it

To remind these motherf**kers that I'm actually talented

I don't want to but I have to keep tellin' 'em what's that

I can pad this verse out with lyrics that are six years old

'Cause I wrote better sh*t than you when I was six years old it's true

All you rappers from the new school who just enrolled

If you don't know that I'm the sh*t then you just been told b**ch

Coup de grâce coup de grâce

Anyone can get it I don't care who you are I don't though

Yeah coup de grâce coup de grâce

I don't give a f**k who you are

Yeah

You ain't sicker than this fidgety b**ch nup

Lyckety splyt stick to the script and play the role you given

Thinkin' your sh*t's bigger than this no it isn't

I'ma put your head in a box boy you goin' missin'

I got a chicken I ain't talkin' 'bout a Parma ayy

Pullout game strong I ain't comin' to your party mate

Mad at the buzz your alarm is late

Reverse kanga this sh*t is hard to take

Look decided it's finally time for bravado

Line after line after line like a barcode

You trash cunts who ain't worth the work

So go and pull yourself together like a circle jerk motherf**kers

Coup de grâce coup de grâce

Anyone can get it I don't care who you are yeah

Coup de grâce coup de grâce

I don't give a f**k who you are nope

Man coup de grâce coup de grâce

Anyone can get it I don't care who you are

Uh coup de grâce coup de grâce

I don't give a f**k who you are

Man I'm doin' sh*t my own way

I'm kicking bubblegum and chewing arse yeah

Slidin' through your studio inside a Uber car skrrt

Jumpin' out with two bazookas and a suit of Armour

Blew apart the booth and puff a doobie go to Zomba class

You ain't the sickest you're a hypochondriac

So just loosen up relax go get some juice in a chicken noodle cup

I got a pandemic flu and I'm pukin' up

Blood full of AIDS the bubonic plague and a case of whooping cough

Jumpin' Jupiter who would ever assumed that the

Goofiest kid in school would've grew to be even stupider

Screw the tutor I'm huffin' a tube of glue in a cubicle

Ate a urinal cake and I think it's caught on my uvula

All I wanted to do was to rap and improve and do better

Boostin' up all of my skills feel like you didn't get the newsletter

Now I just wanna ruin your buzz I'm a f**kin' mood killer

You should evacuate from the place 'cause I'm goin' nuclear

So f**k bein' the sharpest tool in the shed I just grab it

And stab your crew with it who want it Pshh I'll f**kin' ruin ya's

Takin' your cash cow and I grill it and serve it back to ya

There's some barbecue rap for ya chew it up it's the coup de grâce