Lyrics:
the light don't seem too bright
You can see it this one last time
John and Jesus, parents of both children had worry in their thoughts
But were eased by
was chillin' in a Ihop, overheard a conversation
Both of them niggas killas, one of em was Michael Caden
Big brother The Jason
I went to school with
not seem to shed a tear
Still looks a royal man
Greek Jason
With polished words he tricked Hipsypyle
And left her and their child
Loathly place
Bitch my name deady
And I do not make type beats
Fight me
Mother fuckers just wanna try me
Highkey
I dont think ill ever see the high beams
Fine by
a cut you quick
Last dying words is I'm a son of a bitch
Son of a gun and I've just begun to bleed
As I scream Jesus christ and fall to my knees
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
packing dynamite so ask yourself, you wanna die tonight
By the time I'm finished I'll be the champ like Iron Mike
I'm like a blood hound, one round I'll
da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Fuck y'all then (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this
balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
bullied by Max?
We send a fuck nigga right to the sky
She wanna suck on my dick, I'm that guy
I cannot fuck on that hoe 'cause she white
Well actually I
and wearing black pants
Don't pay it no mind when she said this was my last chance
Betting man word said word is I got a fat chance
Take your chances place your
Producer | Jeff Blue
Recorded by Michael Fennel at Universal Music Publishing Los cngeles Cc
Mixed by Jason Elgin
Mastered by Oscar Gaona | Studios 301
my name
Purposely a stranger to the man that i became
Never out the house, she liked to move all by herself
Talking talking talking, she was quiet
here
And I'm not going anywhere
To all of my peers
Your looking at your worses fear
I'm Jason, Freddy Krueger, Michaels
Fckn nightmares
It's death
brains are flying
In lamens terms you lames are dying
Im michael myers Facing fire
Hop out tha lake like jason
place a stake inside ya iris You cannot
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
of the rhyme flow!
Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You put your head inside
And I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow
From its steel mesh
My words
like a glared i had to make a
Stand in the mirror they ain’t terror by gang fellas /bout my cheddar get’m barreta as clever then my last letter /
Now
a word/ tryna understand that is like an orangutan playin charades tryna use verbs/ so fuck it I spoke n asked who it was thinkin/ it was ok for the watch
I stand but not alone
Our words rising to His throne
A commitment made together
A promise made forever
But as the time progressed
Your words
Friday night here we are, me and the urban girl standing by the bar
I swore that I'd remember her name
Well I forgot her name but I'll never forget
the speech
Jason with the mask, slow creep
Michael when determination peaks
Freddy I could do this in my sleep
Body after body like saint
I want the world
Come to close put my hand in a nigga face like the Heisman
Ran off on a nigga he say he made me ginger bread man
You could be Michael Myers or Jason
the fun
He gives me candy then I'm gone
I hope this candy lasts awhile
Candies so damn versatile
Always acting super wild
If you touch their sugar they're
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