Coup De Gráce
 作词 : Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton
 作曲 : Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Nic Martin/Seth Marton
Ayy
They wanna know where 6 at (6 at)
When I hit 'em with this track they would likely retire (uh-huh)
The fact is I hate rappers as well
I'd rather battle myself and fight fire with fire (fire)
What I'm sayin' in my song'll amaze ya
What I'm tryna say is you'll get lost in it, ayy, brah
Honestly with the quality we droppin'
If you wanna degrade us it's gotta be a plus
I ain't listenin' to hip-hop these days
Everybody just a bunch of hip-hop clichés (true)
Go ahead and buy my ******t off eBay
I'm here to break records like a pissed off DJ (snap)

Yeah, I can tell it in your melon
You developin' a habit, better gallop into rehab (rehab)
Uh, I'm a fellow without manners
Not a felon, I'ma Khaled 'em
And tell 'em where the keys at (another one)
I can smell it, where the ****** at?
Honestly, homie, yo
I can tell you're gonna relapse, relax
You're a **** fiend for the codeine
You're a Fat Joe fan, got you yellin' for the lean back

Coup de grace, coup de grace
Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (uh-uh)
Coup de grace, coup de grace
I don't give a ****** who you are

I been lookin' around, but I still haven't found my place
That's why you see me drift off into outer space
All you down-to-earth rappers can eat sour grapes
Or a sour steak, my whole ******' fridge is out of date
I rocked up to the studio an hour late (yeah)
And snuck in like, "Hey guys, it sounded great"
I swear to God, I hear another of you welterweight
Rappers who sound the same and there'll be ******' hell to pay
(Man) I'm feelin' back in my element
Like I'm channeling the Devil, writing rap for the hell of it
To remind these mother****ers that I'm actually talented
I don't want to but I have to keep tellin' 'em (what's that)
I can pad this verse out with lyrics that are six years old
'Cause I wrote better ******t than you when I was six years old (it's true)
All you rappers from the new school who just enrolled
If you don't know that I'm the ******t then you just been told (******)

Coup de grace, coup de grace
Anyone can get it
I don't care who you are (I don't though)
Yeah, coup de grace, coup de grace
I don't give a ****** who you are

Yeah
You ain't sicker than this fidgety ****** (nup)
Lyckety-Splyt stick to the script
And play the role you given (yeah)
Thinkin' your ******t's bigger than this, no, it isn't
I'ma put your head in a box, boy, you goin' missin'
I got a chicken, I ain't talkin' 'bout a parma, ayy
Pull-out game strong, I ain't comin' to your party, mate
Mad at the buzz, your alarm is late
Reverse kanga, this ******t is hard to take
Look, decided it's finally time for bravado
Line after line after line like a barcode
You trash ******s who ain't worth the work
So go and pull yourself together like a circle jerk
Mother****ers

Coup de grace, coup de grace
Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (yeah)
Coup de grace, coup de grace
I don't give a ****** who you are (nope)
Man, coup de grace, coup de grace
Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are
Uh, coup de grace, coup de grace
I don't give a ****** who you are

Man, I'm doin' ******t my own way
I'm kicking bubblegum and chewing arse (yeah)
Slidin' through your studio inside a Uber car (skrrt)
Jumpin' out with two bazookas and a suit of armour
Blew apart the booth and puff a doobie, go to Zumba class
You ain't the sickest, you're a hypochondriac
So just loosen up (relax)
Go get some juice in a chicken noodle cup {slurps}
I got a pandemic flu and I'm pukin' up
Blood full of AIDS
The bubonic plague and a case of whooping cough

Jumpin' Jupiter, who would ever assumed that the
Goofiest kid in school would've grew to be even stupider
Screw the tutor, I'm huffin' a tube of glue in a cubicle
Ate a urinal cake and I think it's caught on my uvula
All I wanted to do was to rap and improve and do better
Boostin' up all of my skills
Feel like you didn't get the newsletter
Now I just wanna ruin your buzz, I'm a ******' mood killer
You should evacuate from the place 'cause I'm goin' nuclear
So ****** bein' the sharpest tool in the shed, I just grab it
And stab your crew with it, who want it?
Pshh, I'll ******' ruin ya's
Takin' your cash cow and I grill it and serve it back to ya
There's some barbecue rap for ya, chew it up
It's the coup de grace