Got a Flair for the gold like I'm Ric, uh, when I shoot I don't miss, Bret Hart
Sharpshooter, got Earl Hebner ringing the bell before you even tap out, like a screwjob in Montreal
The outcome is a forgone conclusion, go against me you're definitely losing, I'm too ruthless
Last night I had a dream, well I had a panic attack, sitting next to you at a performance art set
Shit got too way intense, when you touched my neck
Night before I slept like a baby, unconsciously we're communicating
You stay loving the taste of your government's lies, snakes slithering behind the whites of your eyes
Kick hits with great force, going coast to coast,Shane McMahon coming off the top rope
Even in death I'll be doing the most
Backflip off a bridge, slit my wrists and I overdose
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed
You move slow and you stay in the same lane
I'm breaking through, in another dimension
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed, if anybody tries to step up to this level they get their lungs packed up cause the airs too thin
Cause my written compositions are sickening
And I ain't talking about the lyrics, it's the snuff films I've been scripting
Death threats been written in the blood I'm dripping over trivial events, it a daily f*cking issue
Better leave my peace alone, because you're not f*cking with it
Fake overnight activists, you guys are more inorganic than plastic
Moving like Autons, I really think you read me wrong
And I really don't think that you know me dawg
If you could read subtleties than you'd know that dawg
When shit hits the fan, watch it all explode but it's past now and that's how the story goes
Kick hits with great force, going coast to coast,Shane McMahon coming off the top rope
Even in death I'll be doing the most, Backflip off a bridge, cut my wrists and I overdose
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed
Yous move slow and you stay in the same lane
If anybody try to step up to this level get their lungs packed up because the airs too thin
The Smoking Room - Excellence of Execution Lyrics
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Got a Flair for the gold like I'm Ric, uh, when I shoot I don't miss, Bret Hart
Sharpshooter, got Earl Hebner ringing the bell before you even tap out, like a screwjob in Montreal
The outcome is a forgone conclusion, go against me you're definitely losing, I'm too ruthless
Last night I had a dream, well I had a panic attack, sitting next to you at a performance art set
Shit got too way intense, when you touched my neck
Night before I slept like a baby, unconsciously we're communicating
You stay loving the taste of your government's lies, snakes slithering behind the whites of your eyes
Kick hits with great force, going coast to coast,Shane McMahon coming off the top rope
Even in death I'll be doing the most
Backflip off a bridge, slit my wrists and I overdose
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed
You move slow and you stay in the same lane
I'm breaking through, in another dimension
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed, if anybody tries to step up to this level they get their lungs packed up cause the airs too thin
Cause my written compositions are sickening
And I ain't talking about the lyrics, it's the snuff films I've been scripting
Death threats been written in the blood I'm dripping over trivial events, it a daily f*cking issue
Better leave my peace alone, because you're not f*cking with it
Fake overnight activists, you guys are more inorganic than plastic
Moving like Autons, I really think you read me wrong
And I really don't think that you know me dawg
If you could read subtleties than you'd know that dawg
When shit hits the fan, watch it all explode but it's past now and that's how the story goes
Kick hits with great force, going coast to coast,Shane McMahon coming off the top rope
Even in death I'll be doing the most, Backflip off a bridge, cut my wrists and I overdose
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed
Yous move slow and you stay in the same lane
If anybody try to step up to this level get their lungs packed up because the airs too thin
Sharpshooter, got Earl Hebner ringing the bell before you even tap out, like a screwjob in Montreal
The outcome is a forgone conclusion, go against me you're definitely losing, I'm too ruthless
Last night I had a dream, well I had a panic attack, sitting next to you at a performance art set
Shit got too way intense, when you touched my neck
Night before I slept like a baby, unconsciously we're communicating
You stay loving the taste of your government's lies, snakes slithering behind the whites of your eyes
Kick hits with great force, going coast to coast,Shane McMahon coming off the top rope
Even in death I'll be doing the most
Backflip off a bridge, slit my wrists and I overdose
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed
You move slow and you stay in the same lane
I'm breaking through, in another dimension
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed, if anybody tries to step up to this level they get their lungs packed up cause the airs too thin
Cause my written compositions are sickening
And I ain't talking about the lyrics, it's the snuff films I've been scripting
Death threats been written in the blood I'm dripping over trivial events, it a daily f*cking issue
Better leave my peace alone, because you're not f*cking with it
Fake overnight activists, you guys are more inorganic than plastic
Moving like Autons, I really think you read me wrong
And I really don't think that you know me dawg
If you could read subtleties than you'd know that dawg
When shit hits the fan, watch it all explode but it's past now and that's how the story goes
Kick hits with great force, going coast to coast,Shane McMahon coming off the top rope
Even in death I'll be doing the most, Backflip off a bridge, cut my wrists and I overdose
Thesmo still the underground, uncrowned king, any weather, ain't a damn thing changed
Yous move slow and you stay in the same lane
If anybody try to step up to this level get their lungs packed up because the airs too thin
Writer: Kyle Quinn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid