作词 : Nic Martin/Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Seth Marton
作曲 : Nic Martin/Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/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 shit 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 shit fiend for the c*****e
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Or a sour steak, my whole ****ing fridge is out of date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 ****ing 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit'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 shit is hard to take
Look, decided it's finally time for bravado
Line after line after line like a barcode
You trash ****ers 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' shit 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 ****ing 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 ****ing 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
[00:00.00] 作词 : Nic Martin/Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Seth Marton
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nic Martin/Kaelyn Behr/Perry Chapman/Matthew Colwell/Seth Marton
[00:08.49]Ayy
[00:10.25]They wanna know where 6 at (6 at)
[00:12.40]When I hit 'em with this track they would likely retire (uh-huh)
[00:15.23]The fact is I hate rappers as well
[00:17.12]I'd rather battle myself and fight fire with fire (fire)
[00:20.31]What I'm sayin' in my song'll amaze ya
[00:22.25]What I'm tryna say is you'll get lost in it, ayy, brah
[00:24.89]Honestly with the quality we droppin'
[00:27.09]If you wanna degrade us it's gotta be a plus
[00:30.07]I ain't listenin' to hip-hop these days
[00:32.66]Everybody just a bunch of hip-hop clichés (true)
[00:35.30]Go ahead and buy my shit off eBay
[00:37.30]I'm here to break records like a pissed off DJ (snap)
[00:39.79]
[00:40.14]Yeah, I can tell it in your melon
[00:41.88]You developin' a habit, better gallop into rehab (rehab)
[00:44.66]Uh, I'm a fellow without manners
[00:47.20]Not a felon, I'ma Khaled 'em
[00:48.80]And tell 'em where the keys at (another one)
[00:50.10]I can smell it, where the **** at?
[00:51.39]Honestly, homie, yo
[00:52.93]I can tell you're gonna relapse, relax
[00:55.07]You're a shit fiend for the c*****e
[00:57.17]You're a Fat Joe fan, got you yellin' for the lean back
[01:00.01]
[01:00.41]Coup de grace, coup de grace
[01:02.55]Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (uh-uh)
[01:04.84]Coup de grace, coup de grace
[01:06.83]I don't give a **** who you are
[01:08.28]
[01:08.78]I been lookin' around, but I still haven't found my place
[01:12.36]That's why you see me drift off into outer space
[01:14.65]All you down-to-earth rappers can eat sour grapes
[01:17.15]Or a sour steak, my whole ****ing fridge is out of date
[01:19.55]I rocked up to the studio an hour late (yeah)
[01:22.38]And snuck in like, "Hey guys, it sounded great"
[01:24.58]I swear to God, I hear another of you welterweight
[01:27.07]Rappers who sound the same and there'll be ****ing hell to pay
[01:29.52](Man) I'm feelin' back in my element
[01:31.77]Like I'm channeling the Devil, writing rap for the hell of it
[01:34.21]To remind these mother****ers that I'm actually talented
[01:36.52]I don't want to but I have to keep tellin' 'em (what's that)
[01:39.05]I can pad this verse out with lyrics that are six years old
[01:41.25]Cause I wrote better shit than you when I was six years old (it's true)
[01:43.94]All you rappers from the new school who just enrolled
[01:46.34]If you don't know that I'm the shit then you just been told (****)
[01:49.35]
[01:49.94]Coup de grace, coup de grace
[01:52.05]Anyone can get it
[01:52.95]I don't care who you are (I don't though)
[01:54.69]Yeah, coup de grace, coup de grace
[01:56.28]I don't give a **** who you are
[01:58.24]
[01:58.64]Yeah
[01:59.44]You ain't sicker than this fidgety **** (nup)
[02:01.19]Lyckety-Splyt stick to the script
[02:02.63]And play the role you given (yeah)
[02:04.18]Thinkin' your shit's bigger than this, no, it isn't
[02:06.82]I'ma put your head in a box, boy, you goin' missin'
[02:09.06]I got a chicken, I ain't talkin' 'bout a parma, ayy
[02:12.22]Pull-out game strong, I ain't comin' to your party, mate
[02:14.71]Mad at the buzz, your alarm is late
[02:16.36]Reverse kanga, this shit is hard to take
[02:18.71]Look, decided it's finally time for bravado
[02:21.41]Line after line after line like a barcode
[02:24.11]You trash ****ers who ain't worth the work
[02:26.35]So go and pull yourself together like a circle jerk
[02:28.80]Mother****ers
[02:29.15]
[02:29.90]Coup de grace, coup de grace
[02:31.34]Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are (yeah)
[02:34.80]Coup de grace, coup de grace
[02:36.20]I don't give a **** who you are (nope)
[02:38.56]Man, coup de grace, coup de grace
[02:41.05]Anyone can get it, I don't care who you are
[02:43.64]Uh, coup de grace, coup de grace
[02:45.84]I don't give a **** who you are
[02:47.25]
[02:48.36]Man, I'm doin' shit my own way
[02:50.05]I'm kicking bubblegum and chewing arse (yeah)
[02:52.06]Slidin' through your studio inside a Uber car (skrrt)
[02:54.16]Jumpin' out with two bazookas and a suit of armour
[02:56.64]Blew apart the booth and puff a doobie, go to Zumba class
[02:58.85]You ain't the sickest, you're a hypochondriac
[03:01.16]So just loosen up (relax)
[03:02.36]Go get some juice in a chicken noodle cup {slurps}
[03:04.05]I got a pandemic flu and I'm pukin' up
[03:06.54]Blood full of AIDS
[03:07.13]The bubonic plague and a case of whooping cough
[03:08.86]
[03:09.03]Jumpin' Jupiter, who would ever assumed that the
[03:11.56]Goofiest kid in school would've grew to be even stupider
[03:13.65]Screw the tutor, I'm huffin' a tube of glue in a cubicle
[03:17.15]Ate a urinal cake and I think it's caught on my uvula
[03:18.99]All I wanted to do was to rap and improve and do better
[03:21.39]Boostin' up all of my skills
[03:22.58]Feel like you didn't get the newsletter
[03:23.88]Now I just wanna ruin your buzz, I'm a ****ing mood killer
[03:26.28]You should evacuate from the place 'cause I'm goin' nuclear
[03:28.57]So **** bein' the sharpest tool in the shed, I just grab it
[03:31.21]And stab your crew with it, who want it?
[03:32.86]Pshh, I'll ****ing ruin ya's
[03:34.40]Takin' your cash cow and I grill it and serve it back to ya
[03:36.50]There's some barbecue rap for ya, chew it up
[03:38.04]It's the coup de grace