[Chorus]. Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it. Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded. Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever lets get it in.
Yeah yo. All you bitch ass niggas. Shady mothafuckers. . [chorus]. I'm sick of you. *scratching*. I'm sick of you. *scratching*. . [verse 1]. I'm sick of you I need robitusin, don't make me start bustin'.
[Intro]. . You can find liberation from a serpent's bite. While you work so hard that you can't sleep nights. . [Verse 1]. . Peel your wig, catch you with a steel jig, you squeal like a pig.
I was walking in the park, in the noon. When I saw her, she was beautiful. Like a flower in the summer, what a bummer. I wish I could talk to her, I got my nerve up.
You're stabbed up with a scalpel. (a scalpel). Stabbed up with a scalpel. (you're gettin cut, you're gettin cut, you're gettin cut). You're stabbed up with a scalpel.
Robbery. Robbery. Robbery (Run). Armed robbery (Give it up). . Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid. My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen.
Fucking bastards. *fucker*. I hate all of you. Thats right. Motherfuckers. Digest this shit. Fucking sluts. Check it check it - *here, here we go*. . Yo, the worlds a coffin often I stay high off endorphins.
Verse 1 (Ill Bill). . I'm the creep with the mask,. I snatch the disease from the lab. I chop my enemies in half with guillotines and laugh. I speak the language of magnums,.
(pack it up). Robbery. Robbery. Robbery (Run). Armed Robbery (Give it up). . Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid. My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen.
[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]. Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge. Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished. Up and up the limit, past the point of no return.
The King of Greece. My shot is Deece. Puttin holes in your teeth. Swallow my meat. And I'll SPIT. Not rhymes but a treat. Its a Necro-creamsicle. My gonorrhea vehicle.
(Necro). Uh. Peep the killer shit. Death murder rap shit. Bitch. Check it. The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess. Documentations of the human race, can study death.
[Intro]. Top of the food chain. Je suis le roi de la jungle. . [Hook: Flip Major & Quavo]. Look at the Rolly, look at the stash. Look at the 'Rari, look at the cash.
[Intro:]. Join us. Join us. Join us. Join up. Join up. . [Verse 1:]. 1968. (Ghostwriters). Stealing all our lighters (Ghostwriters). Collecting our one nighters (Ghostwriters).
Corny Niggas they comin for me. Yellin at me. Runnin at me. Mink coats. Pink Throats. Weak quotes. Blow Holes. Anti-Dope. Filthy notes. playing part. never sharp.
Up in the air's that everything it takes. We got an entrance baby you know how we bump. No if, ands, or maybes all sparkles from the jump. Up and down, in and out, round and round we crazy just blastit.
[Intro:]. Shine a light. It's seven, it's heavy, it's heaven. It's seven, it's heavy, it's heaven. It's seven. It's heaven, it's seven, it's heavy. It's seven, it's heavy, it's heaven.
Want you turn it up , yea. Want you turn it up. Now want you turn it up. Turn turn turn it up. Want you turn it up. Now want you turn, turn, turn it up.
[Verse]. So much be on my mind, but I tend to dot my eyes. Still my Ts often get crossed, count my blessings all the time. With a daily dose of this misery, praying ainât no saving me.
I love you,. And I'll never forget you. I love you,. And I'll never forget you. . They say you never forget your first love, moments you can't shake up.