Zack Carroll - MOCAP Lyrics

AW SHIT
I think I got my flow back
When I'm in that mosh pit, you might get your nose cracked
Pull up with a balled fist, I don't fuckin' tote straps
Test my fuckin' balls bitch, nude I look like MOCAP

Stay away from coppers cause I'm always hauling contraband
I don't rock with Xans, I'mma stick with ganja grams
Lotsa bands, shit that's louder than some soccer fans
Fuck a fuckin' chopper man, catching these Baraka hands

So lame, you got no shame, all your shows tame
So Lang, *sniff* cocaine 'till my nose cave
Close range, leave your throat slain, that's that close shave
Soaked brain, alternate dimensions are my domain

Sold my soul to exploit this whole rap shit
Ragdoll physics got you bitches hittin'
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AW SHIT
I think I got my flow back
When I'm in that mosh pit, you might get your nose cracked
Pull up with a balled fist, I don't fuckin' tote straps
Test my fuckin' balls bitch, nude I look like MOCAP

I'ma keep it clean, I don't throw no bows
But I come through swinging like a bonobo, oh no
Got more sauce than Four Loko and I ain't pourin' no 'fo I just blow that dro
Can't even ID my flow, I just hear a beat and make a beeline bro
Wrote a verse in the dark with my three eyes closed
And I'm dealing with these snakes like GI Joe
Frigid with the shit like dick high snow snow come and hit my slopes if you wanna get Lifted
Don't use prescriptions, down with some mischief
Found me a sound that could baffle the business
Clownin' around I still snap with the quickness
Cryptic, this shit is wicked
All of my tunes are a hit with the bitches
All of you Tools might get hit with the Stinkfist

AW SHIT
I think I got my flow back
When I'm in that mosh pit, you might get your nose cracked
Pull up with a balled fist, I don't fuckin' tote straps
Test my fuckin' balls bitch, nude I look like MOCAP

I come through
Packin' nukes
Cock that shit, pull back and shoot
Bitch when I come through I'm throwin' shurikens, now tell me that shit ain't gon' fuck up Your weekend
I'm poppin' like Pop Rocks, ain't playin' hopscotch, he lookin' jumpy leave chalk on the Cement
Apologize now, I got em' all kneelin', down with their knees bent, think they can repent

I don't care what clique or club or camp or camp you in
I'm shootin' like a cannon and I'm lootin' like a mandolin
Either get to scamperin' or standin' like a mannequin or I'ma leave 'em sleeping like they Ate a couple Ambien