EsOhEs - Massacre lyrics
[EsOhEs - Massacre lyrics]
Spazz Spazzed when he saw this track
Bet he caught a heart attack
You'll kill me lyrically? nah you
Got it twisted B "i'm gifted" sucked
Like homie what is this trickery?
Leave ya mental frozed up you don't
Want it with the wizardry
He's a swag fag rapper not
Fit for the industry mC's like you bring out
The superhuman within me
Spectro tell him quit dickeating 'fore
He catch strep throat and step up
Take notes before you step to EsOh
Talking all that loud on
Twitter like it's nothing
I just wanna know who laced
The loud that you puffing?
That caused you to start
Bluffin' and frontin'
Man, all I'm saying is quit acting tough kid
See the day is darkening
And the hate is harboring
The years are turning to a much darker scene
They wanna talk down but this
Is the "memoirs of marcus"
Take long steps to me
Catch ten yards of carnage
Detonate ya mind with lines of a warhead
Say "I told ya" then write a
Third eye on ya forehead busta
Jovany just looking to get bust up
Have him in the grave
Crazily throwing blood up
I'll tie todd with his shoe lace
With your lyrics you lose me
You ain't no illumi nati kid
But your girl is possessed to
Do some naughty shit to me break
And there's a plague on my enemies
Sad to say there's no remedy
You have entered the demon, legion
Don't look at this spiritually
There's a plague on my enemies
Sad to say there's no remedy
You have entered the demon, legion
Don't look at this spiritually
UH
Alota people claiming that they
Bought to play up
But check the triangle to see
If they chose ya cause, you stay in the box
And you always closed up
And if you not made for it, then homie own up
To the fact, that you wack
And your tracks are in vain
And you act as a slave
Do you grasp what I'm saying?
Probably not, it's ok
Step to a cyclone, get stomped
Kid I spit vomit on your incompetence
Assholes black hole, reaction that occured
Deepthroat a chainsaw, an orgy and a massacre
I'm in for this game
For the rewards that you get
Honestly a souped up acura, sounds accurate
Ya'll don't get it, I'm heartless
And hardly ever sympathetic i hate romance
Somehow I think that it's pathetic
Rhythm and poetry, what I use as my weapon
To rob citizens of their bank
And undeserving rank you write about nothing
Trying to be clever but shooting blanks
And you still wonder why ya production stanks
You hear this
And now ya brain cells all distorted
Bring you hell
I got spells in all of assortments
Tell me why these niggas wanna hold me back?
My nigga, these niggas won't hold me back
They trying to slash my aspiration
Only cause he know he wack
Man they just copycats, copy that?
Roger that, you can't LA dodge the fact
Homie holla back
Bet he caught a heart attack
You'll kill me lyrically? nah you
Got it twisted B "i'm gifted" sucked
Like homie what is this trickery?
Leave ya mental frozed up you don't
Want it with the wizardry
He's a swag fag rapper not
Fit for the industry mC's like you bring out
The superhuman within me
Spectro tell him quit dickeating 'fore
He catch strep throat and step up
Take notes before you step to EsOh
Talking all that loud on
Twitter like it's nothing
I just wanna know who laced
The loud that you puffing?
That caused you to start
Bluffin' and frontin'
Man, all I'm saying is quit acting tough kid
See the day is darkening
And the hate is harboring
The years are turning to a much darker scene
They wanna talk down but this
Is the "memoirs of marcus"
Take long steps to me
Catch ten yards of carnage
Detonate ya mind with lines of a warhead
Say "I told ya" then write a
Third eye on ya forehead busta
Jovany just looking to get bust up
Have him in the grave
Crazily throwing blood up
I'll tie todd with his shoe lace
With your lyrics you lose me
You ain't no illumi nati kid
But your girl is possessed to
Do some naughty shit to me break
And there's a plague on my enemies
Sad to say there's no remedy
You have entered the demon, legion
Don't look at this spiritually
There's a plague on my enemies
Sad to say there's no remedy
You have entered the demon, legion
Don't look at this spiritually
UH
Alota people claiming that they
Bought to play up
But check the triangle to see
If they chose ya cause, you stay in the box
And you always closed up
And if you not made for it, then homie own up
To the fact, that you wack
And your tracks are in vain
And you act as a slave
Do you grasp what I'm saying?
Probably not, it's ok
Step to a cyclone, get stomped
Kid I spit vomit on your incompetence
Assholes black hole, reaction that occured
Deepthroat a chainsaw, an orgy and a massacre
I'm in for this game
For the rewards that you get
Honestly a souped up acura, sounds accurate
Ya'll don't get it, I'm heartless
And hardly ever sympathetic i hate romance
Somehow I think that it's pathetic
Rhythm and poetry, what I use as my weapon
To rob citizens of their bank
And undeserving rank you write about nothing
Trying to be clever but shooting blanks
And you still wonder why ya production stanks
You hear this
And now ya brain cells all distorted
Bring you hell
I got spells in all of assortments
Tell me why these niggas wanna hold me back?
My nigga, these niggas won't hold me back
They trying to slash my aspiration
Only cause he know he wack
Man they just copycats, copy that?
Roger that, you can't LA dodge the fact
Homie holla back