Massacre
Aye yo listen
Spittin straight from the brain workin hard just like a piston
Treat my office like a bathroom grab the mic and you know it get pissed in
Zouie with me with the kitties rollin 6 deep like I'm swimming
Wish I was rapping on shade but I shut the blinds that's right I'm twisting
I'm on that fuck people, just work shit
Dog groomer killing time get to work bitch
Pits Without a purpose, stealing out your purses
Here's a tip, just kidding I didn't throw it, shitty service
I'm flying hell, no wait I'm diving down
To the bottom of a sink hole, try to tell
My family I've been trying months to work it out
But the only thing workin is my straight wicked mouth
I return to the scene of the crime and I think
Maybe jay should stop trying and start to shrink
But that's a joke that ain't hitting bitch whyd you swing?
Shits getting blury like you're buying the drinks
Whys everyone waiting on the fat lady to sing, huh?
My words a weapon I'm killin all you don't you blink, uh
Everybody waiting for jay to cut the act
Return to punk, stop fuckin rap
Or learn to rhyme more words than crap
But I'll take you all to hell p-p-pray for that
This peace I be declaring
Fuck around and get my hand-cocked
Break the law and place the blame just to get her man dropped
Neck breaker, fake tough, shit talking on the game box
Jays crazy, been staying, spend my time deciphering ink blots
It's not my fault that you're a babyface (babyface)
This massacre by jay might be your saving grace (saving grace)
I'd invite you for a feature but the disk says that's just wasted space
Hopping on a track or on your chick I got usain-s pace
Kindergarten bitch I had the teacher in the corner
Crying bout the shit I'm spitting through a straw across the fuckin chalk board
I'm a menace to the game a baby pulling out the power cord
Right before you save the chick and kill bowser got no reward
Like I said it's not my fault that you're a fucking babyface
Stop acting like you're hard and pick your toys up you don't fuckin own the place
You can't even rent I bet you're squatting overstayed
This shit is through, you'll get what's due, the next time you try flushing jay
WOO
Spittin straight from the brain workin hard just like a piston
Treat my office like a bathroom grab the mic and you know it get pissed in
Zouie with me with the kitties rollin 6 deep like I'm swimming
Wish I was rapping on shade but I shut the blinds that's right I'm twisting
I'm on that fuck people, just work shit
Dog groomer killing time get to work bitch
Pits Without a purpose, stealing out your purses
Here's a tip, just kidding I didn't throw it, shitty service
I'm flying hell, no wait I'm diving down
To the bottom of a sink hole, try to tell
My family I've been trying months to work it out
But the only thing workin is my straight wicked mouth
I return to the scene of the crime and I think
Maybe jay should stop trying and start to shrink
But that's a joke that ain't hitting bitch whyd you swing?
Shits getting blury like you're buying the drinks
Whys everyone waiting on the fat lady to sing, huh?
My words a weapon I'm killin all you don't you blink, uh
Everybody waiting for jay to cut the act
Return to punk, stop fuckin rap
Or learn to rhyme more words than crap
But I'll take you all to hell p-p-pray for that
This peace I be declaring
Fuck around and get my hand-cocked
Break the law and place the blame just to get her man dropped
Neck breaker, fake tough, shit talking on the game box
Jays crazy, been staying, spend my time deciphering ink blots
It's not my fault that you're a babyface (babyface)
This massacre by jay might be your saving grace (saving grace)
I'd invite you for a feature but the disk says that's just wasted space
Hopping on a track or on your chick I got usain-s pace
Kindergarten bitch I had the teacher in the corner
Crying bout the shit I'm spitting through a straw across the fuckin chalk board
I'm a menace to the game a baby pulling out the power cord
Right before you save the chick and kill bowser got no reward
Like I said it's not my fault that you're a fucking babyface
Stop acting like you're hard and pick your toys up you don't fuckin own the place
You can't even rent I bet you're squatting overstayed
This shit is through, you'll get what's due, the next time you try flushing jay
WOO
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Micheau
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