Sheesh

(album: Tales From The Crypt - 2019)

[Crypt:]
If you ain't ready to get pumped
Take your joke ass home!
And we do not give a fuck
It's a no wack zone!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!

Now, lean back in yo seat
Let the beat slap and say sheesh
We gonna blow your mind
With every single rhyme
You're gonna have to get on your feet
Now get up on it
Flow with me
You made your bed
Now fold the sheets
The door is locked
I own the key
I don't like you
So, I say sheesh

Everybody thinkin they amazing
But Imma show you homie
That you not that
I been workin on this day to day
And it's safe to say
I came in the game
And I cock back
And I chop tracks
And I pop back
On any muthafucka
Thinkin they can stop my ass
I rock the rap like
Flip knot got the game
Ziploc fresh
With the shit talk
Bitch, stop
To the tip top
Just to piss off
Any bitch then I lift off
When I shoot
I gotta quick draw
You just pissed off
Cause I'm climbin in the rocket
While you ridin in the bottom
Of a rickety-ricksaw
I don't play no games
My name ain't Jigsaw
But I'm quick to slice
And that's it cut a bitch off
I run this shit like I was fuckin rich
So, call me Bischoff, or Rick Ross
I'm a big boss
Lyrical Rappers
Anyone attacks us
Getting hit with the toe tag yes
Flow magic, so spastic
Go-go flow gadget
I'm so graphic, but no fascist
The pope has his Holy Ghost passion
To my dome
Just know
I'ma go psychopathic
Hot like a match is
Swipe from the mantis
A pipe from the mattress
Just might fuck a bad bitch
It's madness when a write on a pad
I don't practice
I'm just good when I rap
I know I'm better than
Whatever you could thinkin
You can do
So, you better just admit that
Your the lesser of us 2
Don't fuck with me, boy
I put you under with a couple other Gs, boy
Everybody think they want
A part of this beef
But I'm fat for a reason
I eat these beats

If you ain't ready to get pumped
Take your joke ass home!
And we do not give a fuck
It's a no wack zone!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!

Now, lean back in yo seat
Let the beat slap and say sheesh
We gonna blow your mind
With every single rhyme
You're gonna have to get on your feet
Now get up on it
Flowin me
You made your bed
Now fold the sheets
The door is locked
I own the key
I don't like you
So, I say sheesh

[Futuristic:]
Yo, I made a phrase
And they claimed that
I came from the mud
I was raised in the basement
Amazed at these lames
And the things they be sayin
They reppin the streets
Let em lay on the pavement
I'm on some NWA shit
I go in the label
And jump on the table
Say, "run me my payment"
I'm nothing to play with
Put me on the playlist
Or I'm bout to break shit
Mask off blast off
I reppin that facts off
Zach's soft?
I put it on the gas
Makin cash
You niggas broke
Take the cast off
I'm the type of cat
That might get mad
If you been talkin trash
I'll let a track off
Scrape your face on the asphalt
Got your lady playing with my thingie
In the tub while I pour the bath salt
Talkin bout ups
And I be really about the Benjamins
Like I was with my cats
And I be flyer than gods
Used to be up on a jet
Cause I got bars like
Penitentiaries
And welcome to corrections
Lookin at the greatest
While I'm seein my reflection
I be eatin everybody
Someone give me a suggestion
I could line em up
And shoot em down my lyrics
Been a weapon I'm like I don't know
Answer if you have a question
Ain't even flexin though
I'm the best with flow
I'm self driven like a Tesla goes
I bout my green like a vegetable
They wanna hang with me
Like a testicle
I'm at the festival
With a white chick and her sidekick
On my nightstick
With a tight grip
On my guy Crypt
I hit it once
Then we might switch

[Crypt:]
If you ain't ready to get pumped
Take your joke ass home!
And we do not give a fuck
It's a no wack zone!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!

Now, lean back in yo seat
Let the beat slap and say sheesh
We gonna blow your mind
With every single rhyme
You're gonna have to get on your feet
Now get up on it
Flowin me
You made your bed
Now fold the sheets
The door is locked
I own the key
I don't like you
So, I say sheesh