Adam's Apple (feat. Alesa)

KSI

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    Hahahaha
    These niggas ain't ready
    You wanted this amigo
    Yeah

    End of this, you're gonna really want to kill me
    End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
    Never miss, whenever suckers wanna grill me
    Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click

    I didn't really wanna do this
    So my fans be saying: Who this?
    But they really wanna view this
    Know you're dying when I shoot this

    Had your ex all in my DM's
    Pillow talking in the DM's
    Trust me, nigga, take a seat
    Gonna have this on repeat

    Naga Viper with the heat
    Mr. Z Man on the beat
    Adam had to eat the apple
    Time to kill him in a chapel

    Adam really shit the bed
    How you gonna shit the bed?
    Alesa told me you were crying
    Nigga, this shit had me dying

    Had to clean up all your noodles
    I expect that from a poodle
    And you know the best part?
    Adam thought it was a fart

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    Damn nigga, haven't even pulled the trigger
    You should never try to diss the nigga
    One-seven millie, still I'm bigger
    I don't care about your bank report

    At least I'm never paying child support
    But why your baby momma saying
    That you ain't even paying that?
    Ain't a game, so you never feel like playing that?

    Stop the music bitch, and go back to blocks
    You'll make more money
    And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming
    When it comes to cocks you a small summin'

    When it comes to flops
    You're the first running
    When it comes to pops you ain't there sonnin'
    Nigga, tell me why the fuck
    You're cutting yourself?
    How you're gonna be a dad
    When you're cutting yourself?

    But it's not all you're doing
    You fucked up and I know you're brewing
    Time to reminisce, I hope you're hearing this
    I didn't wanna be the one

    To be out blaring this, but fuck it
    Behind the mask you're a prick
    What you did made me sick
    Smearing blood on this chick

    Yeah, let's talk about Dawn
    Slappin' and choking from dusk 'till dawn
    Then blaming your alter egos
    What the fuck?
    That's not cool, amigo

    That's not Adam, that was John that hit you
    That's not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you
    That's not Adam, nah, fuck you, Adam
    Any woman beater gets the fucking heater

    R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature
    That's your baby momma
    Flew her over just to end the saga
    KSI, I'm the king of drama

    Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
    You will always be a dreadful father
    Post Malone, he ain't savin' shit
    Your tattoos are shit

    Chronic masturbator
    Coming now and later
    Why you horny looking at an alligator?
    I'm your violator
    This the bar on my mission
    Nothing can save your dead vision, bitch

    Ayy ayy, ayy ayy
    Ayy ayy, GG motherfucker

    Song details

    Composition: Ksi and Zeeshan Asad

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