Lyrics Rap Karega Bro? - Mr. Snob, The Prophet

Rap Karega Bro?

Scene 1:
'Digging graves and burying bodies'
Verse 1:
Jinne menu paji paji bole mere moo te
Mudte hi gaal kadde menu ain’t no love for em bitches NO
Ohnu pata ni ke ankhe haigi mere sir de piche
Vekh sakdi ye saare snitches GO
Fore I lose my patience well
Hey ghnta faraq nahi pade
Naale kinna zyada slick this style is
Pare ho le pehli fursat main
Don t mak me man handle n teach you shit
Follow m tenu dikhauna hundi ki hai rap di anatomy
Gonna be lotta heat gotta go down like economy
Sach ye hai ki jeda rap kare tu vo comedy
Plus ye bhi choo nai nikale teri right in front of me
Hasne ki baat tu hai rapper par rap aunda nai
Oof ye bala sunke hogaya si fond of me
Kyun tu tenaat ab you wanna be a WANNABE
Verse 2:
Top si bro ye bol free throw
Imma product of apocalypse
Cold si bol zara kar tu decode
You better get a lock on this
Told you so to not come too close
This shit is anamolous
Main guns blazing tussi holstered hoe
You can t touch this
Chalo jaldi se bolo jo tussi bolne aaye ho
Why dont you take that dick outta ya mouth fore you take a load
Copy kalam leke aao it is time to take on some notes
By picking a pen I dont a penis but i know you like it the most bro
Snacc rap karu minimal metaphor n clinically poora proven
Khaake dekh ye edible hai I made it in my oven
Shit is miraculous meticulous bitch Im rollin
Don t be ridiculous you are the killah you be ballin
Get over your dreams you little boy start loading
Kyunki main barrage fekna teri aor sabhdo ke
Won t even let you breathe let you leave Take a break
Nobody will hear your callin
Sun nadhund na sadde jesa koi
Par mujhe maloom tujhe milna ni likh ke Lele
Sun na chun na koi bhi favourite do
Me unhe unhi ke gaane out rap karna likh Ke lele
PROPHET tere chamat rakhega
Kode maarega tu chup reh le
Munna mud na sun na bolna koi aisa Haiga
Jo apex de mundeya di keh ke lele
Scene 2:
'Torture room- torturing and mocking a whack rapper (victim)'
Verse 3:
Never stand down
You never know what s next may be crown
Hold go go loud
Tell them all what you ve been on this ground
So cold cold crowd
Who we are
Preachers down
All the sinners come around
Show me hate put me down
But they connect to dance and break their lens
Or they jump off roof
To end their evanescence
What they did in past brought them back to check
But aftermath was an avalanche
Cause all of them were on a ramp and glam
Girls party liquor bitches end
Well suck my dick and walk off this land
I ll walk on globe i m bobby McFerrin
Scene 3:
'Getting rid of the dead body'
Verse 4:
Psychopath confessing
Why you looking down at his knees
Wanna die
By looking at the blood you can feel that he fights well
That rings bell
His fun ride
Pick by the lord
I m breaking the law
I can be the one
That you want to make it a bomb
Killing everyone is my love
But little bit off but little bit calm what you want
DEATH NOTE
You want to live to form a kill
You won t take bond and will
Cause all it will hurt and always the bond are made to bear fate
Isolate and kill yourself
Ain’t game
That s the reason i can rip your cold days
Make them obvious what you think was old brain
All the season that you bear was bold mate
All the wrong is Right now
Aaahhh fuck them
Scene 4:
'Done killing now trying to escape'