作词 : Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton 作曲 : Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton Ayy They wanna know where 6 at (6 at) When I hit 'em with this track they would likely retire (uh-huh) The fact is I hate rappers as well I'd rather battle myself and fight fire with fire (fire) What I'm sayin' in my song'll amaze ya What I'm tryna say is you'll get lost in it, ayy, brah Honestly with the quality we droppin' If you wanna degrade us it's gotta be a plus I ain't listenin' to hip-hop these days Everybody just a bunch of hip-hop clichés (true) Go ahead and buy my ******t off eBay I'm here to break records like a pissed off DJ (snap)
Yeah, I can tell it in your melon You developin' a habit, better gallop into rehab (rehab) Uh, I'm a fellow without manners Not a felon, I'ma Khaled 'em And tell 'em where the keys at (another one) I can smell it, where the ****** at? Honestly, homie, yo I can tell you're gonna relapse, relax You're a **** fiend for the codeine You're a Fat Joe fan, got you yellin' for the lean back
Coup de grace, coup de grace Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (uh-uh) Coup de grace, coup de grace I don't give a ****** who you are
I been lookin' around, but I still haven't found my place That's why you see me drift off into outer space All you down-to-earth rappers can eat sour grapes Or a sour steak, my whole ******' fridge is out of date I rocked up to the studio an hour late (yeah) And snuck in like, "Hey guys, it sounded great" I swear to God, I hear another of you welterweight Rappers who sound the same and there'll be ******' hell to pay (Man) I'm feelin' back in my element Like I'm channeling the Devil, writing rap for the hell of it To remind these mother****ers that I'm actually talented I don't want to but I have to keep tellin' 'em (what's that) I can pad this verse out with lyrics that are six years old 'Cause I wrote better ******t than you when I was six years old (it's true) All you rappers from the new school who just enrolled If you don't know that I'm the ******t then you just been told (******)
Coup de grace, coup de grace Anyone can get it I don't care who you are (I don't though) Yeah, coup de grace, coup de grace I don't give a ****** who you are
Yeah You ain't sicker than this fidgety ****** (nup) Lyckety-Splyt stick to the script And play the role you given (yeah) Thinkin' your ******t's bigger than this, no, it isn't I'ma put your head in a box, boy, you goin' missin' I got a chicken, I ain't talkin' 'bout a parma, ayy Pull-out game strong, I ain't comin' to your party, mate Mad at the buzz, your alarm is late Reverse kanga, this ******t is hard to take Look, decided it's finally time for bravado Line after line after line like a barcode You trash ******s who ain't worth the work So go and pull yourself together like a circle jerk Mother****ers
Coup de grace, coup de grace Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (yeah) Coup de grace, coup de grace I don't give a ****** who you are (nope) Man, coup de grace, coup de grace Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are Uh, coup de grace, coup de grace I don't give a ****** who you are
Man, I'm doin' ******t my own way I'm kicking bubblegum and chewing arse (yeah) Slidin' through your studio inside a Uber car (skrrt) Jumpin' out with two bazookas and a suit of armour Blew apart the booth and puff a doobie, go to Zumba class You ain't the sickest, you're a hypochondriac So just loosen up (relax) Go get some juice in a chicken noodle cup {slurps} I got a pandemic flu and I'm pukin' up Blood full of AIDS The bubonic plague and a case of whooping cough
Jumpin' Jupiter, who would ever assumed that the Goofiest kid in school would've grew to be even stupider Screw the tutor, I'm huffin' a tube of glue in a cubicle Ate a urinal cake and I think it's caught on my uvula All I wanted to do was to rap and improve and do better Boostin' up all of my skills Feel like you didn't get the newsletter Now I just wanna ruin your buzz, I'm a ******' mood killer You should evacuate from the place 'cause I'm goin' nuclear So ****** bein' the sharpest tool in the shed, I just grab it And stab your crew with it, who want it? Pshh, I'll ******' ruin ya's Takin' your cash cow and I grill it and serve it back to ya There's some barbecue rap for ya, chew it up It's the coup de grace
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton [00:01.000] 作曲 : Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton [00:08.49]Ayy [00:10.25]They wanna know where 6 at (6 at) [00:12.40]When I hit 'em with this track they would likely retire (uh-huh) [00:15.23]The fact is I hate rappers as well [00:17.12]I'd rather battle myself and fight fire with fire (fire) [00:20.31]What I'm sayin' in my song'll amaze ya [00:22.25]What I'm tryna say is you'll get lost in it, ayy, brah [00:24.89]Honestly with the quality we droppin' [00:27.09]If you wanna degrade us it's gotta be a plus [00:30.07]I ain't listenin' to hip-hop these days [00:32.66]Everybody just a bunch of hip-hop clichés (true) [00:35.30]Go ahead and buy my ******t off eBay [00:37.30]I'm here to break records like a pissed off DJ (snap) [00:39.79] [00:40.14]Yeah, I can tell it in your melon [00:41.88]You developin' a habit, better gallop into rehab (rehab) [00:44.66]Uh, I'm a fellow without manners [00:47.20]Not a felon, I'ma Khaled 'em [00:48.80]And tell 'em where the keys at (another one) [00:50.10]I can smell it, where the ****** at? [00:51.39]Honestly, homie, yo [00:52.93]I can tell you're gonna relapse, relax [00:55.07]You're a **** fiend for the codeine [00:57.17]You're a Fat Joe fan, got you yellin' for the lean back [01:00.01] [01:00.41]Coup de grace, coup de grace [01:02.55]Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (uh-uh) [01:04.84]Coup de grace, coup de grace [01:06.83]I don't give a ****** who you are [01:08.28] [01:08.78]I been lookin' around, but I still haven't found my place [01:12.36]That's why you see me drift off into outer space [01:14.65]All you down-to-earth rappers can eat sour grapes [01:17.15]Or a sour steak, my whole ******' fridge is out of date [01:19.55]I rocked up to the studio an hour late (yeah) [01:22.38]And snuck in like, "Hey guys, it sounded great" [01:24.58]I swear to God, I hear another of you welterweight [01:27.07]Rappers who sound the same and there'll be ******' hell to pay [01:29.52](Man) I'm feelin' back in my element [01:31.77]Like I'm channeling the Devil, writing rap for the hell of it [01:34.21]To remind these mother****ers that I'm actually talented [01:36.52]I don't want to but I have to keep tellin' 'em (what's that) [01:39.05]I can pad this verse out with lyrics that are six years old [01:41.25]'Cause I wrote better ******t than you when I was six years old (it's true) [01:43.94]All you rappers from the new school who just enrolled [01:46.34]If you don't know that I'm the ******t then you just been told (******) [01:49.35] [01:49.94]Coup de grace, coup de grace [01:52.05]Anyone can get it [01:52.95]I don't care who you are (I don't though) [01:54.69]Yeah, coup de grace, coup de grace [01:56.28]I don't give a ****** who you are [01:58.24] [01:58.64]Yeah [01:59.44]You ain't sicker than this fidgety ****** (nup) [02:01.19]Lyckety-Splyt stick to the script [02:02.63]And play the role you given (yeah) [02:04.18]Thinkin' your ******t's bigger than this, no, it isn't [02:06.82]I'ma put your head in a box, boy, you goin' missin' [02:09.06]I got a chicken, I ain't talkin' 'bout a parma, ayy [02:12.22]Pull-out game strong, I ain't comin' to your party, mate [02:14.71]Mad at the buzz, your alarm is late [02:16.36]Reverse kanga, this ******t is hard to take [02:18.71]Look, decided it's finally time for bravado [02:21.41]Line after line after line like a barcode [02:24.11]You trash ******s who ain't worth the work [02:26.35]So go and pull yourself together like a circle jerk [02:28.80]Mother****ers [02:29.15] [02:29.90]Coup de grace, coup de grace [02:31.34]Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (yeah) [02:34.80]Coup de grace, coup de grace [02:36.20]I don't give a ****** who you are (nope) [02:38.56]Man, coup de grace, coup de grace [02:41.05]Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are [02:43.64]Uh, coup de grace, coup de grace [02:45.84]I don't give a ****** who you are [02:47.25] [02:48.36]Man, I'm doin' ******t my own way [02:50.05]I'm kicking bubblegum and chewing arse (yeah) [02:52.06]Slidin' through your studio inside a Uber car (skrrt) [02:54.16]Jumpin' out with two bazookas and a suit of armour [02:56.64]Blew apart the booth and puff a doobie, go to Zumba class [02:58.85]You ain't the sickest, you're a hypochondriac [03:01.16]So just loosen up (relax) [03:02.36]Go get some juice in a chicken noodle cup {slurps} [03:04.05]I got a pandemic flu and I'm pukin' up [03:06.54]Blood full of AIDS [03:07.13]The bubonic plague and a case of whooping cough [03:08.86] [03:09.03]Jumpin' Jupiter, who would ever assumed that the [03:11.56]Goofiest kid in school would've grew to be even stupider [03:13.65]Screw the tutor, I'm huffin' a tube of glue in a cubicle [03:17.15]Ate a urinal cake and I think it's caught on my uvula [03:18.99]All I wanted to do was to rap and improve and do better [03:21.39]Boostin' up all of my skills [03:22.58]Feel like you didn't get the newsletter [03:23.88]Now I just wanna ruin your buzz, I'm a ******' mood killer [03:26.28]You should evacuate from the place 'cause I'm goin' nuclear [03:28.57]So ****** bein' the sharpest tool in the shed, I just grab it [03:31.21]And stab your crew with it, who want it? [03:32.86]Pshh, I'll ******' ruin ya's [03:34.40]Takin' your cash cow and I grill it and serve it back to ya [03:36.50]There's some barbecue rap for ya, chew it up [03:38.04]It's the coup de grace
