Lyrics Adam's Apple - KSI

Adam's Apple

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
These niggas ain’t ready!
You wanted this, amigo
Yeah
End of this, you’re gonna really want to kill me
End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
Never miss whenever suckers wanna grill me
Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click *gunshot*
I didn’t really wanna do this
So my fans be saying, «Who this?»
But they really wanna view this
Know you’re dying when I shoot this
Had your ex all in my DMs
Pillow talkin' in the DMs (Aye)
Trust me, nigga, take a seat (Aye)
Gonna have this on repeat (Aye)
Naga Viper with the heat (Aye)
Mr. Z Man on the beat (Aye)
Adam had to eat the apple (Aye)
Time to kill him in a chapel (Mm)
Adam really shit the bed (Wha?)
How you gonna shit the bed?
(No)
Alesa told me you were crying (Huh!)
Nigga, this shit had me dying (Hah!)
Had to clean up all your noodles (Mm)
I expect that from a poodle (Mm)
And you know the best part?
(What?)
Adam thought it was a fart (Damn!)
Damn nigga, haven’t even pulled the trigger
You should never try to diss the nigga
One-seven milli', still I’m bigger, I don’t care about your bank report
At least I’m never paying child support
But why your baby mama saying that you ain’t even paying that?
Ain’t a game, so you never feel like playing that?
Stop the music, bitch, and go back to blocks
You’ll make more money (Yeah)
And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming (Yeah)
When it comes to cocks, you a small summin'
When it comes to flops, you’re the first running
When it comes to pops, you ain’t there sonnin'
Nigga, tell me why the fuck you’re cutting yourself?
How you’re gonna be a dad when you’re cutting yourself?
But it’s not all you’re doing, you fucked up and I know you’re brewing
Time to reminisce, I hope you’re hearing this
I didn’t wanna be the one to be out blarin' this
But fuck it, behind the mask, you’re a prick
What you did made me sick
Smearing blood on this chick
Yeah, let’s talk about Dawn
Slappin' and choking from dusk till dawn
Then blaming your alter-egos
What the fuck?
That’s not cool, amigo
That’s not Adam, that was John that hit you (Yeah)
That’s not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you (Yeah)
That’s not Adam, nah, fuck you, Adam
Any woman beater gets the fucking heater
R.I.P.
like Rita, hope you like my feature (Hah!)
That’s yo' baby mama
Flew her over just to end the saga
KSI, I’m the king of drama (Uh)
Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
You will always be a dreadful father
Post Malone, he ain’t savin' shit
Your tattoos are shit
Chronic masturbator, coming now and later
Why you horny looking at an alligator?
I’m your violator
This the bar on my mission
Nothing can save your dead vision, bitch!
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
GG, motherfucker