Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Onslaught, artist - Papoose. Date of issue: 04.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Onslaught |
| Rolling with the loaded dice, poking with the broken knife |
| Bring closure to your lonely life and blow off on the motorbike |
| Told you we don’t flow alike, oh you just a prototype |
| My quotes are dope as Dolomite, spooky as the Poltergeist |
| I’ve never seen a soul in sight who can match the flows I write |
| Stop sucking so much dick, you gon' catch an overbite |
| Your favorite rapper overhyped, my cadence is so precise |
| I’ve got the best delivery, UPS overnight |
| Put the cap on a 2 liter soda, close it tight |
| Shake it up, boy I get it popping like an open Sprite |
| Buy you at the lowest price, stolen when it’s poker night |
| My ace is like Batman 'cause it beat your Jokers twice |
| This is chess not checker, better get your focus right |
| You a pawn like the shop they go to to sell stolen ice |
| Post this on your social sights, I be on the throne for life |
| I’m known to strike, you niggas couldn’t beat me if I throw the fight |
| Less talking and more action |
| Anybody could get caught lacking |
| You never know when it’s gon' happen |
| Anybody could get caught lacking |
| Fuck your Podcast and your broadcast, I’m rich as Comcast |
| Your songs ass, drop cigar ass right on your moms ass |
| The chromes blast, catch you going fast and made your car crash |
| You walk past 'cause when your jaw slashed you swallowed more glass |
| I pour fast and enjoying a taste, Dom Perignon has a tall class |
| In my wine cellar I keep a large stash |
| You poor hags, the corona’s over so no more masks |
| No Covid-19, Glock 19 so we need more masks |
| My stomach’s fat from eating artists, I have no more abs |
| I’m going spaz, they bring rappers when I order my DoorDash |
| When we up in the strip club, rain’s in the forecast |
| Student of the game, Hip Hop gave me a hall pass |
| Damn, miss me with that weird old rap |
| They be falling on deaf ears, I don’t hear those cats |
| They corny, I’m sincere, those facts |
| Cornballs performing in the cornfield waiting to hear the scarecrows to clap |
| Encore |
| Encore |
| Encore |
| Less talking and more action |
| Anybody could get caught lacking |