Lyrics El Chucho Grande - Frankie Krupnik

El Chucho Grande - Frankie Krupnik
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Chucho Grande, artist - Frankie Krupnik. Album song El Chucho Grande, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Record label: Frankie Krupnik
Song language: English

El Chucho Grande

Bitch I wear socks with my sandals
Leave white chalk on mic handles
Dismember wack MC’s, put their head up on a mantle for display
So these muthafuckas know that Frank Krupnik don’t play (nah)
I ain’t that selfie taking rapper, I don’t do that
I make them classics type raps, call it boom bap
Open up the back flapper on my pj’s and shit on wack rappers, call it poo rap
Why he do that?
Cause I can bitch
In the booth, I’m feeling like I’m 6'10 (bitch), I’m Shaq Diesel
Used to rock the Screeching Weasel, had the Mohawk
Watch me devastate this track, like head kicks from Cro Cop
Shit I can’t stop, won’t stop, dropping hot shit
Exquisite word play (bitch), yo, I’m too legit to quit
Hammer had some hit songs, now he does commercials
These rappers claim to be strapped, they really Steve Urkels
Fan base is Universal.
verbal game sicker than some curdled milk up in your
cereal
I’m one of a kind, satirical rhymes
Valour track suit, got the heart of a lion
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K, Frank krup muafuacka, El Chucho Grande
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K, it’s Big Frank muafucka, short form it’s F. K
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K, Frank Krup muafuacka, El Chucho Grande
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K and I do this all day, everyday
Yo I’m a cracker with a muthafucking attitude
Slap a muafucka silly if he trying to serve me tofu
Like what the fuck is that?
I want some normal shit
Just give me steak, bacon, beers and some bbq chips
And I don’t wear skinny jeans, cause my frontal won’t fit
If there was rips in the knees, best believe you’d see the tip (huh)
My girl told me hit it hard like a piñata
The Godfather, flow hotter than some lava partner
Rocket launcher aimed at you bitch haters
This mumble rap crap got me nauseous, need Bayers… or Advil
Mad skill when I bless mics, smack a wack ass rapper to the next life
I got a job so this rap shit is my side bitch
And now she bringing money in, so I’m something like a side pimp
Presidential tint, picture me rolling
The flows so fucking hot these muthafuckas think it’s stolen (yo)
I’m Nolan Ryan, pitch a no hitter, Hall of fame spitter, make these other
rappers bitter (man)
If you’re trying to catch me tripping, that ain’t possible
I beat the fuck out this beat and it ain’t make it to the Hospital
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K, Frank krup muafuacka, El Chucho Grande
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K, it’s Big Frank muafucka, short form it’s F. K
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K, Frank Krup muafuacka, El Chucho Grande
Yo it’s K-R-U-P-N-I-K and I do this all day, everyday

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Artist lyrics: Frankie Krupnik