100 arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hunches in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie is an interstice
Walkin' like a Kareem bitch, I ballin, I know a thing or two
100 arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Lunges in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie is an interstice
Walkin' like a Kareem, bitch, I ballin, I know a thing or two
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, bro, they hard to try to finish me
Topsy-daisy, guys listen to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me? It's hard
Yeah, new kids, they constantly don't do shit
Obsessed with just an image, they don't have a clue
A picture of what inside of the booth is
Their pain game truly fruitless, the wood is ridin' through it
Man, most of y'all gon' always sit, like, right below the bar
Some I know are listenin, you'll never be on par
Incredible defensiveness, that's how I know it's scarred
They be sayin, I'm on fire, bruh, I'm leavin' rappers chad
If you ain't workin' constantly to make your pen astonishing
Then, pussy, you can't talk to me, set you all apart from me
That doggin, you gon' barf in me
Locally, I'm hard to beat, but bounty off the starter sheet
Let me tell you what we boutta be, we bulletproof
Most of you, I shoot right through the features, I drop two for two
If I blow, we take bouty, too
Brody, how that sound to you? I'm cookin' rappers out the stew
So they might hop back in the booth, but I know odds are far and few
In between, in the scenes, ain't smokin' green, still a fiend
I'm about my money, won't get bloody unless you intervene
Raps are like a horror scene
Simulating deathly bitches screamin' out their chest
I'm plannin' to piss you off again, I call it systematic stress
Yes, judge don't bother sin, stand up spittin' on his crest
I'm a product of a mess and overly obsessin
How my music sound? Constant callin' of a best friend
Just give it a rest, man, it's all up in your head
Fan that existential dread, damn
Hundred arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hundreds in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie isn't interesting
Walkin' like Kareem, bitch, I ball when I do anything
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, Brody, how they try to finish me
Types of guys listen to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me
I got a million thoughts and a million legs
Stop all the talkin, what you want? I want the minimum stress
A lot of bars, it ain't interesting yet
I saw the scars, but you scissor your flesh
So you ain't hard with your subliminal threats
It's B-A-T-B-O-U-T-Y
They might need A.C. cause the heat supply
The reason why these MCs need to die
I get more greezy for the cheese than pizza pies
They like Jesus Christ when I feed these rhymes
And you can stop being greedy for an equal line
And in due time, I might give half to my bitch
These dudes, they bother me more, you can't fathom the itch
You know they mention we when they add up they list
We some centipedes, why the f*ck these maggots exist
And yes, I do mean to brag, we as bad as it gets
I got a fat sack in the back of the lac with ya bitch
Grabbin' her tits, ejaculate attached to her lips
Straight savage, can't imagine I'm a rap labyrinth
Stats accurate, like Math, only half average
And when there's fat ass at? bring it back to my crib
I wanna relax, but I can't, everyone need to flex
You'd rather have these fleas impressed than a team invest
That was deep, I'd repeat, but just read the text
Cause everything's on a screen, HD your flesh
No more memories, but FB retrieves what's next
You really believe these thieves wanna see your best, dawg
Zuckerberg got some f*ckin' nerve
I'm not the best, I'm one through third, what the f*ck you heard
A hundred arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hunches in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie isn't interesting
Walkin' like Kareem, bitch, I ball when I do anything
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, bro, they hide to try to finish me
Tops are guys that sent to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me
Bouty Johnson - Centipede (feat. B.A.T.) Lyrics
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100 arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hunches in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie is an interstice
Walkin' like a Kareem bitch, I ballin, I know a thing or two
100 arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Lunges in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie is an interstice
Walkin' like a Kareem, bitch, I ballin, I know a thing or two
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, bro, they hard to try to finish me
Topsy-daisy, guys listen to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me? It's hard
Yeah, new kids, they constantly don't do shit
Obsessed with just an image, they don't have a clue
A picture of what inside of the booth is
Their pain game truly fruitless, the wood is ridin' through it
Man, most of y'all gon' always sit, like, right below the bar
Some I know are listenin, you'll never be on par
Incredible defensiveness, that's how I know it's scarred
They be sayin, I'm on fire, bruh, I'm leavin' rappers chad
If you ain't workin' constantly to make your pen astonishing
Then, pussy, you can't talk to me, set you all apart from me
That doggin, you gon' barf in me
Locally, I'm hard to beat, but bounty off the starter sheet
Let me tell you what we boutta be, we bulletproof
Most of you, I shoot right through the features, I drop two for two
If I blow, we take bouty, too
Brody, how that sound to you? I'm cookin' rappers out the stew
So they might hop back in the booth, but I know odds are far and few
In between, in the scenes, ain't smokin' green, still a fiend
I'm about my money, won't get bloody unless you intervene
Raps are like a horror scene
Simulating deathly bitches screamin' out their chest
I'm plannin' to piss you off again, I call it systematic stress
Yes, judge don't bother sin, stand up spittin' on his crest
I'm a product of a mess and overly obsessin
How my music sound? Constant callin' of a best friend
Just give it a rest, man, it's all up in your head
Fan that existential dread, damn
Hundred arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hundreds in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie isn't interesting
Walkin' like Kareem, bitch, I ball when I do anything
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, Brody, how they try to finish me
Types of guys listen to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me
I got a million thoughts and a million legs
Stop all the talkin, what you want? I want the minimum stress
A lot of bars, it ain't interesting yet
I saw the scars, but you scissor your flesh
So you ain't hard with your subliminal threats
It's B-A-T-B-O-U-T-Y
They might need A.C. cause the heat supply
The reason why these MCs need to die
I get more greezy for the cheese than pizza pies
They like Jesus Christ when I feed these rhymes
And you can stop being greedy for an equal line
And in due time, I might give half to my bitch
These dudes, they bother me more, you can't fathom the itch
You know they mention we when they add up they list
We some centipedes, why the f*ck these maggots exist
And yes, I do mean to brag, we as bad as it gets
I got a fat sack in the back of the lac with ya bitch
Grabbin' her tits, ejaculate attached to her lips
Straight savage, can't imagine I'm a rap labyrinth
Stats accurate, like Math, only half average
And when there's fat ass at? bring it back to my crib
I wanna relax, but I can't, everyone need to flex
You'd rather have these fleas impressed than a team invest
That was deep, I'd repeat, but just read the text
Cause everything's on a screen, HD your flesh
No more memories, but FB retrieves what's next
You really believe these thieves wanna see your best, dawg
Zuckerberg got some f*ckin' nerve
I'm not the best, I'm one through third, what the f*ck you heard
A hundred arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hunches in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie isn't interesting
Walkin' like Kareem, bitch, I ball when I do anything
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, bro, they hide to try to finish me
Tops are guys that sent to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me
Hunches in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie is an interstice
Walkin' like a Kareem bitch, I ballin, I know a thing or two
100 arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Lunges in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie is an interstice
Walkin' like a Kareem, bitch, I ballin, I know a thing or two
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, bro, they hard to try to finish me
Topsy-daisy, guys listen to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me? It's hard
Yeah, new kids, they constantly don't do shit
Obsessed with just an image, they don't have a clue
A picture of what inside of the booth is
Their pain game truly fruitless, the wood is ridin' through it
Man, most of y'all gon' always sit, like, right below the bar
Some I know are listenin, you'll never be on par
Incredible defensiveness, that's how I know it's scarred
They be sayin, I'm on fire, bruh, I'm leavin' rappers chad
If you ain't workin' constantly to make your pen astonishing
Then, pussy, you can't talk to me, set you all apart from me
That doggin, you gon' barf in me
Locally, I'm hard to beat, but bounty off the starter sheet
Let me tell you what we boutta be, we bulletproof
Most of you, I shoot right through the features, I drop two for two
If I blow, we take bouty, too
Brody, how that sound to you? I'm cookin' rappers out the stew
So they might hop back in the booth, but I know odds are far and few
In between, in the scenes, ain't smokin' green, still a fiend
I'm about my money, won't get bloody unless you intervene
Raps are like a horror scene
Simulating deathly bitches screamin' out their chest
I'm plannin' to piss you off again, I call it systematic stress
Yes, judge don't bother sin, stand up spittin' on his crest
I'm a product of a mess and overly obsessin
How my music sound? Constant callin' of a best friend
Just give it a rest, man, it's all up in your head
Fan that existential dread, damn
Hundred arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hundreds in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie isn't interesting
Walkin' like Kareem, bitch, I ball when I do anything
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, Brody, how they try to finish me
Types of guys listen to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me
I got a million thoughts and a million legs
Stop all the talkin, what you want? I want the minimum stress
A lot of bars, it ain't interesting yet
I saw the scars, but you scissor your flesh
So you ain't hard with your subliminal threats
It's B-A-T-B-O-U-T-Y
They might need A.C. cause the heat supply
The reason why these MCs need to die
I get more greezy for the cheese than pizza pies
They like Jesus Christ when I feed these rhymes
And you can stop being greedy for an equal line
And in due time, I might give half to my bitch
These dudes, they bother me more, you can't fathom the itch
You know they mention we when they add up they list
We some centipedes, why the f*ck these maggots exist
And yes, I do mean to brag, we as bad as it gets
I got a fat sack in the back of the lac with ya bitch
Grabbin' her tits, ejaculate attached to her lips
Straight savage, can't imagine I'm a rap labyrinth
Stats accurate, like Math, only half average
And when there's fat ass at? bring it back to my crib
I wanna relax, but I can't, everyone need to flex
You'd rather have these fleas impressed than a team invest
That was deep, I'd repeat, but just read the text
Cause everything's on a screen, HD your flesh
No more memories, but FB retrieves what's next
You really believe these thieves wanna see your best, dawg
Zuckerberg got some f*ckin' nerve
I'm not the best, I'm one through third, what the f*ck you heard
A hundred arms on me, crowd surfin' as a centipede
Hunches in my jeans, keep my pocket full for centuries
If I ain't on the scene, bro, the movie isn't interesting
Walkin' like Kareem, bitch, I ball when I do anything
I just made the team, now I'm live inside the trinity
If you gon' say my name, bro, they hide to try to finish me
Tops are guys that sent to me, don't have the right artillery
They lackin' the abilities, you feelin' me
Writer: Matt McKnight, Michael Jonson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Bouty Johnson
Language: English
Length: 3:56
Written by: Matt McKnight, Michael Jonson