Tenn Buick - Avada Kedavra

{Intro}

Avada Kedavra...
Avada Kedavra...
A flick of the wrist, I kill 'em
Dem tink say dem badman, dem man na badman
A flick of the wrist, I kill 'em
Dem na badman, Dem na badman

{Hook}

Avada Kedavra
Avada Kedavra
I see all these rappers, I kill all these rappers
Avada Kedavra

(x 2)

{Verse 1}

More you doubt me, the more I win
Ball's in my court, I score again
I got bars that’ll fuck your mind harder than the Hodor origin
Too many bodies in court again, ran outta spots to store 'em in
Bet if the summons start pourin' in, I'm out of the state with my foreign kin
You gettin' me vex, my bars are complex, you don’t wanna hear 'em
Is this what you want? You cookin' up tracks, but me i just sear 'em
You care what I spit? This beat is lit, so fuck it I'm on it
Now this is the track you gon' hear on your shorty Snapchat in the mornin'
Her neckline be low and she singin' the hook like she read Harry Potter
She grindin' real slow, by the shape of that ass I could tell she a squatter
She tellin' her homies Tenn Buick is dope, and they spreadin' the word
She rockin' on first, I'm runnin' on second, her friend is on third
This man is lit, his bars is hot, his tracks legit
Any beat I'm on I damage it, I'm the devil’s right hand, not an advocate
I bring all the drama, that’s why these bitch niggas don't want me around
Now tell me my nigga, is this what you needed? Is this that new sound?

{Hook}

{Verse 2}

Cold days and dark nights, I was spittin' rhymes on the blacktop
Niggas said my bars tight, 
now I write rhymes on the laptop
Drop lines that start fights, they envy me 'cause my tracks hot
Move stealth in starlight, I'm covert like black ops
Work's in, my dues paid, I hustle hard and I don’t stop
Rap’s knight on a crusade, this story new, got no plot
This ride new got no top, if Babylon got road blocks
It’s click clack when I spit crack, I write rhymes on the stovetop
They killin' they killin' they killin' they killin' to figure me out
Fuck all your clique, fuck all your pics, just filter your mouth
This shit that I spit, I live all the shit that you wondered about
I do what I does and then I be ghost like I haunted a house
I'm mad like the hatter, decapitate rappers got heads on my shelf
I don't trust nobody my circle so small I don’t talk to myself
I'm stirrin' up shit, I'm causin' a ruckus, I'm givin' 'em hell
This mic is a wand, a flick of the wrist and I'm castin' a spell

{Outro}

A flick of the wrist, I kill 'em...
A flick of the wrist, I kill 'em...
Tink say dem badman, dem man na badman
A flick of the wrist, I kill 'em
Avada Kedavra