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Their Worst Nightmare

 

Their Worst Nightmare

(albüm: Pieces - 2015)


It's the whiskey-sippin sickly-spittin villain with the still precision
Fuck with me you end up worse off than your children's pension
Mentioning my symptoms in a sentence is an ill decision
I'm finger-flippin, thinkin shit that's outta this dimension
Fuck an accolade, I leave you actin slayed, track for days, catch em where they lay and then lacerate
Shit, and don't expect me to act ashamed
You fucked yourself up like you levitate while you masturbate
I'm the fuckin king and if you try to tax evade, you get sniped cause my thoughts darker than Wesley
These lyrical semis are deadly so I wouldn't upset me or test me with the pencil cause I'm known to let the lead free
And if you try to withstand, you'll be with Stan, chopped in the trunk of the van, while I drink a fifth and cry to Shady all bout how I coulda lived
Only difference is I'm killin verses 'fore I hit the bridge
I went to sleep a young intellectual but it's crazy what a couple cold sweats'll do
Assassin with these words, got unlimited weapons dude cause I'm a money shot and I think I'm bout to invest in you
Might go up in the Capitol building with no accomplice and take a shit on the House floor, act all accomplished and call myself a Congressman, maybe they'll bargain then
Might go barging in Mr. Zimmerman's front door actin all mad motherfucking hardcore
Tell him stand his ground, then blam the pound, throw a hoodie on em and call it in
"A man is down"
You better pray I wake up
You better pray I wake up
You better pray I wake up
You better pray I wake up, you better

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