*Thinking about it, this should be in beat saber* EDIT: wow wasn’t expecting all these likes and comments :> Yes, there is a mod on beatsaber for this song! Made this comment 4 years ago when the beatsaber scene was first blowing up
Despues de venirte con los chismes tu no cojes a Rubén lo pones de vuelta y media y dejas de hablarte con el nada más que por los chismes que puedan salir tia - La version española de Eminem
Mortal HA no sorry but no if u ain’t British ur never gonna be able to make bangin tunes like this especially if ur recording it in Norwich it’s impossible if u ain’t British bc this right here ladies and gentlemen, this is superior
Billie Eilish: I’m the bad guy Seth Everman: I’m the bald guy RU-vid: I’m the ad guy My dad: I’m the dad guy 80’s dude: I’m the rad guy Someone who got rickrolled: I’m the mad guy Glad wrap: I’m the glad guy Mr Traumatik: *im the damn guy*
Ball Hard like Orlando Magic Pull out the ting call me "Go Go Gadget" It’s A double Z A but my name's not Aaron rude boy never serve it like hatchet. (Hatchet) Talking like you're rough when you’re moving, but we know that you ain't stacking. (Stacking) And trapping got IDs when they're talking rough and they got no backing Alright lemme jump back in Lemme chat sh*t better come back here [?] get scared but I'm at it Full time in a bat's old jacket push the mic and I smack it Napalm back here Hate job and I hate that score [?] attack it Don't p*ss me off Trust me that sh*t's a lot I'm back you pricks I’m kicking it off Off of the hinges give me the dosh ’cos I wanna be livin' the floss So I keep giving up bringing them lots [?] walking with a spliff in her gob [?] [?] But they won’t hear me missin' a drop Come near me I'll be willing to [?] [?] Right around me, when when it kicks off, elbow to the face make a man p*ssed off Don't know we’re menacing 'cos when I say that it's going off it's off Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed high get your f*ckin' hands high I'm the damn guy. I'm the damn guy [?] of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed high get your f*ckin' hands high I'm the damn guy. I'm the damn guy [?] of weed enough to make you damn fly My Lemon Haze is from Devon ways And it's harvest time is in 11 days It's powerful like a weapon sprays So trust me you'll be well amazed So listen Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven's Gate I'm above all the pen and papes Just celebrate and then penetrate I'll desecrate and I'll devastate any heavyweight I don't relegate [?] my lemon is sticky like sellotape I'm punctual I'm never late cause teleport and I levitate When I spita the bar she master the crafts like Mr Miyagi Trust me you'll see more punches thrown than p*ss at a football derby My style is literally barmy Simple and plain like twisting a car key I treat MCs like boats Taking them out with a spitting tsunami [?] incredible bars put them on my [?] Smoking generous bomb With a [?] federal car [?] I treat them as like work Then smoke heavily blunts Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed high get your f*ckin' hands high I'm the damn guy. I'm the damn guy [?] of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed high get your f*ckin' hands high I'm the damn guy. I'm the damn guy [?] of weed enough to make you damn fly [? I gave up here.]
I got the lyrics for you guys (I'm the damn guy) [Verse 1] Ball Hard like Orlando Magic Pull out the ting call me "Go Go Gadget" It’s A double Z A but my name's not Aaron rude boy never serve it like hatchet (Hatchet) Talking like you're rough when you’re moving, but we know that you ain't stacking (Stacking) And trapping got no IDs when they're talking rough and they got no backing Alright lemme jump back in Lemme chat shit better come back here (Back here) Feeling when they try turn around and I'm right there man I get scared but I'm at it (At it) Full time in a bat's old jacket touch the mic and I smack it They can't hack it Hate job and I hate that school gunna come and attack it [Verse 2] Don't piss me off Trust me that shit’s a lot I’m back you pricks I'm kicking it off Off of the hinges give me the dosh ’cos I wanna be livin' the floss So I keep giving up, bringing them lots On in the bleway isn't a prob see me walking with a spliff in her gob; And I might be lead top sibacabox But they won't hear me missin’ a drop Come near me I'll be willing to cotch But foul mouth me get a nick in the chops Right around me, when when it kicks off Elbow to the face make a man pissed off Don't know we're menacing 'cos when I say that it's going off it's off [Chorus] Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly [Verse 3] My Lemon Haze is from Devon ways And it's harvest time in 11 days It's powerful like a weapon sprays And trust me you'll be well amazed (So listen) Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven's Gate (I'm God) I'm above all the pen and papes Just celebrate and then penetrate I'll desecrate and I'll devastate any heavyweight I don't relegate (Hey dickhead) Run, go tell a mate, my lemon is sticky like sellotape I'm punctual, I'm never late cause I teleport and I levitate [Verse 4] When I spita the bar she master the crafts like Mr Miyagi Trust me you'll see more punches thrown than fists at a football derby My style is literally barmy Simple and plain like twisting a car key I treat MCs like boats Taking them out with a spitting tsunami (Yeah) Bear lemony narcs incredible bars put them on my logs Smoking generous bong With the boys and the federal cops Your boys call tell 'em all come, all get 'em all done, all them are all runts I treat them as like work Then smoke heavily blunts [Chorus] Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly [Verse 5] Crush all the lemon Armageddon, I'm blazin' 24/7 (Seven) AK-47 How many zoots today? About seven Strong weed spin, 2011 So dank they smell it in Devon (Devon) So high they itchin' from heaven Birthday date: 7/7 Terrorist like a 9/11 Bare Gs up in the sessions Smoke so much it like an aggression Zs weigh? 27 Eighths? 1 point 7 Bizayg, what'd you reckon? They blame it on the recession England's heading into depression [Verse 6] Liverpool Daddy Run the mic like an athlete Yammin' the beat like a patty You can never catch me The man o man sure take a back seat My name's on the road like a taxi You're an ickle man you can't match me When a mena-muna mic up [?] bidda bidda big [?] (Woo) Yo, and I bump up the ante [?] war I'm like an Iraqi You don't want no beef, no teriyaki Ima get animalistic and aggy Come visit, N One Niner My da beat dat taught a bus driver 24/7 the basic survivor (Brrah) Mic up, old man, televisor [Chorus] Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly [Verse 7] This ain't no test run nought sixty like that I'm an F1 (Nyoom) Put down their weights on my air force Waste MCs get back where you left from (See ya) So far back you get laughed at It's like watching a terrible sitcom Have a break son, have a KitKat We MCs like munching a Bourbon Who's on the mic? It's Texas I'm eating you all up for breakfast (Morning!) The style we got is infectious I'm fitting together like Tetris (Beep boop beep boop beep) Frontline baby shake it down. (Hey hey hey hey) We represent for the underground Appleface starts running out Light the fuse. Tick tick tick pow! [Verse 8] Honestly gotta be properly droppin' the sickest of rhymes you heard The quickedest wickedest lyricist ever to spit on the mic, true words (Right?) So give me the rhythm no give me the bigin I'm killin' the vibe for days We get in the zone I'm lettin' them know we're chuckin' the mic and spray like Stop that watch this Keepin' it dark like gothic So I drop shit, got piff Pure organic, no toxic Cop man's flow got me dropped down low We proper got that bro, it's a knockout shot, bop [Chorus] Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly. (Fly, fly, fly...)
Copied + Pasted off Genius, it was me who originally posted it on there. I updated lyrics a bit since you posted this ;P It's still not 100% right yet though, this song is way too fast to get right
2020! I love Mr Traumatik because my older mates pick me up (I’m 16 and they’re 17/18) and take me out blasting these tunes and then do wheel spins, handbrake turns, reverse to first, getting ridiculous speed ect😂😂it’s just one of them songs