Last Rock Lyrics – Superman From Neverland

Last Rock Lyrics by Superman From Neverland

I’ll slap box
With the rap god
I been feelin’
Like a martian/

Bout’ to blast off
Go-go-go-go
Gadget claws/
Homie welcome

To the magic show/
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Show respect where
It’s due take ya

Hats off..
Last one fore we blast off
Bartender in the back
Saying last call

Last shot let it fly
Like your last rock
Got a sick flow
When the

Pen hit the pad
Go flip mode
Like a 2-4-9
With a 1-4-5

Fully loaded with a
Bayonet attachment
Sittin’ in his kitchen
After pilferin’ ya cabinets

Lookin’ through
The knives
Like i like that..
It might be nice

To stab with…
Spittin’ with a
Fully aut-o-matic
An the sh#t

That i spit
Be nasty..
Thought i
Would’t do it

But i wouldn’t
Wanna bе
The one to
Try an put it

Past me
Thе world is
A sick, sick place
Filled with danger

But is it
Sick people
Or just
Human nature?

Little skitzo..
Peekin’ in your window
In the dark
On his tip-toes..

I’mma blast
Till the slide lock/
Till the last shell
Out my glock

Pops out
An hits the sidewalk/
Leave urine drippin’
On ya high tops/

Superhuman..
How i do it…
Always loose it
When you push those

Buttons man/
Not the end
Of the world
But we’re on

The cusp of it
So i…
Drop bombs
Keep bustin’ b#tch

Awwww shitttt
Goose to mathers
What’s the matter?
Mad hatter’s

Back in the cockpit!
Pointed at his watch
Grabbed his c#ck
An he asked

What time it is/
Still climbin’ b#tch
Who i gotta suck off
To be m-g-k

f#ck it guess i’ll have to stay
And outlaw
Lemme get six tickets
To ya downfall

Yeah seven fourty seven
Goin’ down dawg..
Can you hear me
N-n-n-now though

Hot tempered
Little go-getter
Stick figure
With a dick

That’s bigger
Than mark
Wahlberg
Go get them

Dollars..
Corner that pit
See him slip
The collar

So high you get hit
You won’t ever
Stop falling
The money

Don’t stop?
These b#tches
Keep callin’?
Back to the wall

Big balls
Bring it on man
Where were you
When disaster hit?

When supa snapped
An took a bat to slim
Like f#ck you b#tch
Suck a magic stick

Chronic m#sterb#t#r
On a mattress binge
So….
Get gone boy

Do a little dance now….
Put your hands up
Wait a minute
Simon didn’t say that! /

Spray tracks
Twin blade
Of the sensei
Laced in anthrax

Take ya hand back
Snap it
Get stabbed
With the splintered half

I’mma..
Go get it
I’mma…
Finish that/

Sick spits
With the pen
Go ballistic
Yeah what did

I do grip?
sh#t you’re welcome..
When bad
Meets evil

Here hell comes/
Fast freddy
With a nail gun/
Screamin’ ftp

So loud
That the docs
Gonna hear me
In compton/

Like awww hell son
Welcome to the
Book of david/
I spit it like it was

Tailor fitted..
Ill mind
An he’s dangerous
With it/

Yeah you..
Got a nice chip..
But i got boulders
On both shoulders

I told ya
Who the f#ck
Are you
Playin’ wit?!

This is just me…
With my head down
While i pay hommage
Writin’ songs

Work ethic like i’m amish
Sick with it…
Take it to the bank
For i bomb it… /

Roar like a lion
King kong it/
Suck a fat dick
Call me donkey/

What up homie?!??
No excuse for it
f#ck the game
Leave the booth sore

Lyrical serial killer he got a hole dug
What’s the hold up…?
Think my cape was too long
And my feet tripped up/

Said f#ck the police
An tried to beat em’ all up/
But rest assuredly
I go for a gun

You’re a dead punk/
Be in psycheward high
With the charges hyped up
Cause one cop lied

But his karma’s comin’ /
How high was i?
Chasin’ comets cousin
On it like the mall

An we all were buzzin’
Yeah bee-hive
White nikes
Hit the pipe

Got the cops in the treeline/
Swan dive
Leave geese in a v line/
How many times

You gonna say
My name
I swear..
Come an get it

You’ll get re-tired
Put me out shit…
I’m a grease fire!/
Get stuffed

In a cannon
Then re-fired/
Bring the gas
To the beat

Like the beans
Yeah the re-fried…
When i’m off the top
These claws get sharp

Just watch the hard
Get turned to soft
Two feet on the chopper
While i re-cline..

Savage on a beat
Hit the pad
With the ink
You gon’ gimme

The key or get
Stamped out..
Everybody’s hot
Till they get

Tu-pac’d
That glock
Put a hypeman’s
Hands down

Picture this sh#t boy
Picture me pissed
Flippin’ sh#t
Like a little kid

Pitchin’ a fit
One hand on his dick
Like picture you
Gettin’ a f#ckin’

Grip on this!
Yeah in your f#ckin’
Dreams pals.. /
But i like that..

See the game
In the dog
When he bite back/
Yeah the realest sh#t

That they ever wrote
But they ain’t f#ckin’
Write that??
Disastrous win

I’mma hulk smash
Then smash again
f#ck countin’ cash
It’s not that i’m broke

I just suck at math/
Yo what’s up
With that??
Told the game

To her face
I wanna f#ck you bad/
Like baby, baby
Baby, baby

Lemme get
A taste of that/
Wack rap
About to

Face the facts
An you ain’t
Got a big enough
f#ckin’ stage

For that/
You better
Zip that sh#t
Before ya

Get hit
With a f#ckin’
Laser from a
Space cadet

Race day
Better place
Ya bets
You got me

f#cked up
From the
Get go hoe
You better go

Retrace ya steps/
Outta my
f#ckin’ mind
I’m off uh this

Third rock…
Chuck norris
Can’t ignore it
A force that

Can’t be stopped
You’ll all
Get got..
Send covid

To the doctor
For a david shot
Cause i..
Suck at life

But i was born
For this
Heard f#ck
The police

An grew
Horns i guess/
Yeah the same
Ole’ trick

But he did it
With a little bit
More finesse/
You kill me shit..

I need a
Spartan’s death/
Heartless
I got a harder head

Go hard as heck
How bout’
A little less talk/
More suck my dick?

Like aforesaid
Born with horns
In a wh#re’s bed/
She had the

Mark of the beast
On her forehead../
That’s where
I’m at in life/

Wanna slice
Windpipes
With xacto knives/
Blasphemous

Little alien
With acid spit/
Shit’ll hit
An cause

A massive dent/
Don’t nothin’
Start a fire
Like a mattress man

Look what you
Made me do…
Yeah the shit’s
Fictitious

But crazy true
Go retarded
Don’t start it
Got crazy fuel/

Swing at me
Get smacked live
On pay-per-view/
I will make

Your day..
f#ckin’ lame
Get your #ss beat
An still get paid/

I ain’t even
Mad though…
I’m filled with rage/
Freeze the rain

I’m bringin’
Hail today/
No cap on the pen
Till the mother f#ckin’

App crash
Said i couldn’t rap
Said f#ck that
Guess who’s back

From hell
An where ya
Luck’s at
You can

Trust that
Bust down
Couldn’t get
A bus pass/

You can waddle
Like a duck
With ya
f#cked ass/

I got a
Burger king
Crown
Breakin’

Weed down
On a f#ckin’
Hub cab/
It’s not a diss

It’s a love tap/
f#ckin’ grudge
Match/
Bare fist

Where the
Gloves at?
Let you
Tug that..

Bend you over
With a smug
Laugh..
Get chased

Through the woods
An then drug back
What’s that??
Its a big ole

Plopper
In ya smug #ss
Get f#cked
Put a wig on

An get f#cked drag/
Put the lotion
On the skin
Or get the

Hose dad/
Make a
Rapper
Come to grips

Like a hose clamp (haha)
Get choked
Tryna hit me
With those

Goat hands/
Nice form
But a weak
Stance

Old knee’s
And a weak chin
Wanna party
On a harley

Come with me
Quinn/
Wait and see
I’m zero degrees

They say i got
Zero chance
Fly like
An eagle plans

Try to kill me sh#t
You couldn’t
Be that fast
Better read it dad/

Look it
Says here
That the
Hero’s back

Needle in a
Haystak
Stop sh#t
I got worn out

Brake pads/
Brain dead
Make em’
Break dance

On your grave next
Raise every strand
Of your grey hair
I betcha

Couldn’t
Fathom this/
Ill mind with
A bad intent

Great white
With a savage grin
Didn’t want
To do it

But i had to man
I’ll prolly never
Get the chance again/
To see ya

Face bleed
When i
Bash it in
I can

Take you
From the
Now to the
Past tense

Two against one
Till i blast
Ya friend
Skip that sh#t

Like uh
Scratched disk
I will
Hit you in

The face
Like a
Hash pen
Turn ya

Cd case
To an ash tray
Still smokin’
In the land

Of the
Has beens/
Madman
With a

Mad pen/
Better hurry
Grab ya
Seatbelt

An fasten it/
Not a rapper
I’m a catalyst/
Burnin’ bridges

Doin’ backward flips
Spin ya head
When the
Madness hits

Stir the sh#t
I got a
Mad kick/
Take the knife

Outcha hand
Then i’ll hit you
With the flat end
No comprende

Bendejo (do what i want.)
Def-i-nition/
Of what bad is
How’s that

For magic?
You still
Rap tight but
Ya #ssh#l#s

Got a f#ckin’
Dust flap
Daddyyyyy
Do a spiderman kick

Right off
Your chin
Look at me
I spit so sexyyyyy

Spit bars
Till i hit you
With a catch phrase
Take ya breath

An make ya
Chest cave
Bunch of pieces
In a chess game

Two horns
No name
An a red cape
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Superman From Neverland Lyrics – Last Rock

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Superman From Neverland

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