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Frankie Krupnik - Microphone Fiend

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/bw/album/fra... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1ergal... Buy Frankie Krupnik albums here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/fr... https://itunes.apple.com/ca/artist/di... http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/FrankieK... https://www.cdbaby.com/cd/dizzlebeatz http://dizzlebeatzfrankiekrupnik.band... Vocals recorded at: http://www.analogwithoutborders.com/#... Follow Frankie Krupnik here:   / frankiekrupnik     / frankiekrupnik     / frankiekrupnik     / frankiekrupnik   LYRICS: He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team He’s a microphone fiend What the fuck you mean? What the fuck you mean? Eh yo, supercalifragilisticexpiali-dope shit Frankie make your serotonin levels over flow (bitch) Catch me on my muthafuckin couch, that’s where I’m posted Before my song went viral all my talents went unnoticed But Listen, I don’t do this for the haters I retired back in 13’, Now I’m back on the scene Droppin mean 16’s, Tiger’s blood like I’m Sheen They say the kid is so fuckin sick he should be quarantined (Uh) But I’m the best who’s ever done it Get up on the beat and stone cold stun that muthafuckin (Yo) I used to stay blunted every day of the week Now I just sip liquor till I can’t speak So practice what you preach (bitch) And you reap what you sow Pass me the fuckin 40 ounce of O.E Frankie guaranteed to make hand slap knee I should be MVP of these Underground MC’s He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team Frankie so fresh, spit that Listerine, he’s so clean He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team Frankie so fresh He’s a microphone fiend All black tracksuit, wife-beater and a gold chain I ain’t never touch that cocaine but Frankie so dope man In the cut like the dope man Papi came over on the boat, that’s no muthafuckin joke man And I don’t like to boast, but I’m the fuckin best Catch me shirtless, chest hair poppin out the vest They say I look like a young Joey Bats (bitch) Perhaps I deserve plaques for my raps (bitch) I’m like Jason with the axe Body bag the track, turn the evidence to ash Half man, Half incinerator Bitch you been a hater Frankie kicking mad flavour in your ear Nothing but that top tier flow Hit the deer with a spear, fuck a bow Sear that muthafucka in the skillet (hoe) Bitch I’m gnarly, sip the barley til my eyes hardly open I maneuver like a marlin in the ocean He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team Frankie so fresh, spit that Listerine, he’s so clean He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team Frankie so fresh He’s a microphone fiend He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team Frankie so fresh, spit that Listerine, he’s so clean He’s the only local rapper on the scene without a team What the fuck you mean? He’s a microphone fiend