Balboa

I'm still lucky like a four leaf clover Still lucky that my life ain't over Started out with the white Range Rover 'Cause my friend crashed my Mustang Cobra I thought he'd hit me back with something even colder Four years past, I guess that day's over I got a new whip, giving it some gas 'Cause at this point, no point living in the past And I don't give a fuck what these people think 'Cause a chain's only as strong as the weakest link And my mouth's a chainsaw, I'm still winning Still bringing, with shining iron, teeth spinning I'm a marine wearing jungle green I brought a submachine gun into a submarine Witches vocalising. Warcraft immobilizing Still a short and sort of vulgar ogre, known for pulverizing I know it cuts like a knife Cuts like a knife I know it cuts like a knife I know it cuts like a knife I know it cuts like a knife I am skeleton and golden spleen Still healing fast like I'm Wolverine Fangs of a Doberman, claws are adamantium Shining like the silverware you'll find inside a pantry Have a temper tantrum and I'll slide into your pancreas You shouldn't tamper with the champion at trampling I'm Hannibal, I'll make my escape inside an ambulance From peeling all the skin off your face like you're a mandarin Orange with a bunch more oranges in a box for storage Behind my forehead there's a lot more awful thoughts that's horrid My mind's been in the game so long, my ears got melancholy Tougher than a rugby playing wrestler that's a felon brawling Yo, I pack a walloping big punch I'm a killer whale, you're a scallop salad from lunch This North Van local, will dwarf your vocals This forceful corporal provokes all chokeholds I know it cuts like a knife, huh Nah, I know it cuts like a, eh Guess who's back phenomenally Yip Man, Bruce Lee and Muhammad Ali Yeah, the common artist here to kill predominantly You could put all of the money in your wallet on me And life is not a smooth ride even if you're mobile Globally a snowmobile through moguls Soul is empty with just hollow dreams So I'll keep fighting 'till I'm dead like Apollo Creed Little Rocky's back, I survive all battles Crushing while I'm rushing like I'm Ivan Drago Rap a mile a minute while your idol babbles Places that you've dreamed of, I just traveled Yo, you're sounding like my granny rap Rapping like a tranny doing xanies with a fanny pack While I'm snapping in my habitat Make you sound like you were fucking handicapped Cuts like a knife, huh