It Ain't A Joke
Yo
If you cross the line with me, dawg, I'll get angry really quick
I will bang you with the fifth and then I'll strangle up your chick
Man, I'll mangle up your clique to prove your mans ain't fucking sick
I will stab 'em in the hips before the hammers fucking spit
You ain't twisted as the Crypt, so quit your bitching and your fibs
'Fore I grab the nearest blade and fucking stick that in your ribs
Keep on chatting all your shit and you'll get smacked into a fit
Then I'll kidnap all your kids and send 'em back to you in bits
I'm no joke like Arthur Fleck, man, when I smoke you with the TEC
You'll be soaked up all in red with fucking holes across your chest
I'll wrap ropes around your neck until you're choking half to death
'Fore I poke your fucking flesh and have you moaning in a sec
Better show me the respect 'cause I ain't playing witchu cats
I'll be spraying up the gat 'til y'all be laying on your backs
If you're saying something wack, man, I will slay you with an axe
Then I'll pay some fucking fags to come and rape you in the ass
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
Uh
You know we worldwide
I'm spitting lava, we keep it proper more hotter than chilli, them bird's eyes
The flow is hella lethal, defeat you the first time
And I'm picking up these things lately like it was curbside
Ain't nobody knowing by the way that I came back
Click clack bang at the game where I aim at
Eat rappers in the morning, I ain't talking 'bout breakfast
But this is mandatory, it is something like face mask
Sorta like I'm Jason, that's the story have to face it
When I'm hopping on the track, I destroy it and I break it
Man, we lost up in this realm, homie, only God can save us
Lighta with Cryptik Soul, let's roll with the confirmation
Not playing about a thing, I'm killing rappers, the massacre
The master of see you from a distance, no binoculars
No knocking us, spit it from my brain and my esophagus
Clowning on you like It in the sewer straight up popping up
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
Whatchu smiling about? This ain't no Wild 'N Out
There ain't no Nick Cannon here to help your ugly ass out
You come to play, I come to slay
Just filling up the tank, so I can yank up on the chainsaw, Mr. Leatherface
Say my name five times like Candyman
So I can kill you on the hook and leave you bleeding on floor, man
Right next to your cellular phone, man
While you're duct taped with zip ties to both of your hands, man
You thinking I'm playing and joking around? That shit I be smoking is way too loud
Loading my clips to spray the crowds, one by one they all fall down
No fingerprints, no DNA, got me high as fuck on MMA
My mind is stuck, but I gotta escape from this murder scene, get the kerosene, then light it up with the match in hands
Took the cash, then dash and hop in the van
To see who last better, play this track and run it back one mo' gen
Dejay Wiz up on a beat, I got 'em shaking on their knees
Got their bodies piled up, COVID-19
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
If you cross the line with me, dawg, I'll get angry really quick
I will bang you with the fifth and then I'll strangle up your chick
Man, I'll mangle up your clique to prove your mans ain't fucking sick
I will stab 'em in the hips before the hammers fucking spit
You ain't twisted as the Crypt, so quit your bitching and your fibs
'Fore I grab the nearest blade and fucking stick that in your ribs
Keep on chatting all your shit and you'll get smacked into a fit
Then I'll kidnap all your kids and send 'em back to you in bits
I'm no joke like Arthur Fleck, man, when I smoke you with the TEC
You'll be soaked up all in red with fucking holes across your chest
I'll wrap ropes around your neck until you're choking half to death
'Fore I poke your fucking flesh and have you moaning in a sec
Better show me the respect 'cause I ain't playing witchu cats
I'll be spraying up the gat 'til y'all be laying on your backs
If you're saying something wack, man, I will slay you with an axe
Then I'll pay some fucking fags to come and rape you in the ass
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
Uh
You know we worldwide
I'm spitting lava, we keep it proper more hotter than chilli, them bird's eyes
The flow is hella lethal, defeat you the first time
And I'm picking up these things lately like it was curbside
Ain't nobody knowing by the way that I came back
Click clack bang at the game where I aim at
Eat rappers in the morning, I ain't talking 'bout breakfast
But this is mandatory, it is something like face mask
Sorta like I'm Jason, that's the story have to face it
When I'm hopping on the track, I destroy it and I break it
Man, we lost up in this realm, homie, only God can save us
Lighta with Cryptik Soul, let's roll with the confirmation
Not playing about a thing, I'm killing rappers, the massacre
The master of see you from a distance, no binoculars
No knocking us, spit it from my brain and my esophagus
Clowning on you like It in the sewer straight up popping up
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
Whatchu smiling about? This ain't no Wild 'N Out
There ain't no Nick Cannon here to help your ugly ass out
You come to play, I come to slay
Just filling up the tank, so I can yank up on the chainsaw, Mr. Leatherface
Say my name five times like Candyman
So I can kill you on the hook and leave you bleeding on floor, man
Right next to your cellular phone, man
While you're duct taped with zip ties to both of your hands, man
You thinking I'm playing and joking around? That shit I be smoking is way too loud
Loading my clips to spray the crowds, one by one they all fall down
No fingerprints, no DNA, got me high as fuck on MMA
My mind is stuck, but I gotta escape from this murder scene, get the kerosene, then light it up with the match in hands
Took the cash, then dash and hop in the van
To see who last better, play this track and run it back one mo' gen
Dejay Wiz up on a beat, I got 'em shaking on their knees
Got their bodies piled up, COVID-19
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
It ain't a joke, kicking rappers in the throat
Watch whatchu provoke with the words that you spoke
Hit you with a pillowcase full of bars of soap
Clean up your act 'cause you know it ain't a joke
Credits
Writer(s): Denney Nguyen, Dong Nguyen, Ernie Burgos, Lisandro Cabrera, Sui Lie Cheung
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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