Adam's Apple - KSI

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