Текст песни Darke Complex - Marking Targets

Boy, don't get me started, woo
You got me marking targets, brr, brr
Boy, don't get me started, woo
You got me marking targets

[Verse 1]
You better watch your mouth
Or else I'll have to show you how
You better flip that grin around
Or else I'll have to tear it out (laughs)
You don't wanna catch these hands
Like grabbing onto fractured glass
I'm spitting 'til it floods the track
Better cancel plans
Check the forecast, I'm back
'Cause it's not what you thought
You've already lost
I'm cutting you off
Run up on the problem
That's another sucker gone

[Hook]
Boy, don't get me started, woo
You got me marking targets, brr, brr
Boy, don't get me started, woo
You got me marking targets

[Verse 2]
Don't get me started, don't get me started, no, not again
It's the king of the shadows
Take a step out the light, might let you in
I'm marking targets, I'm marking targets, you best believe me
Better hurry, better pray for mercy
Like "Okay, ay, dude, just take it easy"
Got circles on my face, like I'm Yoko Ono
And a hundred different reasons why I'm flying solo
Let me tell you how it goes
If it ain't got soul, you ain't breaking molds
All your tactics weak, washed up, getting old
Like I'm watching Unsung and your story's getting told

[Hook]
Boy, don't get me started, woo
You got me marking targets
Boy, don't get me started, brr, brr
You got me marking targets

[Verse 3]
Ah, you see the word on the street is
Your mouth's running
Your identity's gone missing
You gon' have to get it from me, huh
Ayy, lemme ask you something
How's it feel when you know your fronting
Thinking you can sell 'em rubbish
Knew you were bluffing and they could see through it
I'm confident in everything that I do 'cause
I'm foolish and useless, delusional
Rotting like my tooth is pulled
Nervous that I gotcha
Bite your nails back to the cuticle
Hello, making moves in your blind spot
Must be news to you that we're a fluid unit
You should stop 'cause
I don't really wanna make a scene like this
You've been throwing verbal jabs like
Swing, batter, batter, miss
Fouled out, better call it quits
Spitting bars harder than prison shivs to cartilage
Hit the kill switch, leave 'em in a ditch
Ride up right beside 'em, tie the whip to the hitch
Lock the door, drag the car, pull it off a bridge
I see you pounding the window, but I don't even flinch
What? Ah