Lyrics Haunted - Awon

Haunted

It’s that DJ Mister Magic
With Whodini on it
I be the MTA with graffiti on it
I’m the souls of fallen kings
And your being haunted
With a that tough guy talk
You don’t even want it
Because I spaz on you suckers
Like I’m Carmello
They soft on the inside
Their heart is all jello
I feed ya brod Honey Nut Cheerios
For breakfast
I’m the illest nigga alive
Who won’t rock a necklace
I heard it through the grapevine
That they talking reckless
And after Love Supersedes
I never saw the exit
And I’m the freshest
Nigga never forget it
White tees and blue jeans
No labels I make me money mang
Gourmet flows
I make me hungry
What you want
I cook up these rhymes in a wok
Like it’s rock
And all these muthafuckas
Trying to jock
And everybody trying to be the Awon
Of they block
But they not
And matter fact they not luke warm
How you gonna be taking over
Only got two songs?
How you gonna be the man
With ladies boots on?
I don’t want whack tape
I ain’t trying to support
You they type to get a deal
That my niggas will extort
Or the type to get in a fight
And take a nigga to court
Coke you snort
Eating pork
Blind mind living savage
At best niggas is average
I came to crack your cabbage
See I been doing this for years
See I been doing this for years
See I been doing this for years
Who want it I got it
I’m the verbalizer
Davinci with that loud
I’m the verbalizer
Intercourse for your ears
I’m the fertilizer
In the building with beers
Quench your thirst provide a nigga
It’s that ill flow
Your favorite rapper is a dildo
Styles niggas kill fo'
No frill machismo
Stroke my own ego
So don’t jock
Got your bitch taking face shots
I’m Botox
Gimme some more props
God blessed this throat box
Spitting that Blue Print Cleanse
Mind detox
Cause hype kills
Despite real head no Reeboks
Vintage everything lil nigga
No G shock
I’m dopeness
Buenos Noches
Mics in comatose
100 percent pure
Reverse osmosis
On the terrorist watch list
I’m so explosive
Sometimes I find myself
On my own dick
Master hating
Cause Django got the gun
Bang on em watch em run
The cowboy in the sun set
I never sweat
These lames get to thinking
They think I dissed em now
Wait Till I get to drinking
Beard game Lincoln
Spliffs stay stinking
Chains is for slaves
But the wrist stay blinging
Matte black rubber
Bad mother brother
Super lover smother
Emcees in whale blubber
I raps too fat for suckers
Sweet smucker pucker upper
To the boss type soft motherfuckers
Busters
And I ain’t talking bout rhymes
For your mind one time
Jamming like a tech nine