Jabez Z - S.T.F.U lyrics

No more fucking peeps, be
Quiet, don't fucking speak, be silent
Listen to me for about a week
Then ask me about my fucking dreams
While you're at it, shut the fuck
Up, be quiet, don't fucking speak, be silent
Shut the fuck up! Bitch
Close your mouths, 'til my
Ballad's done, opinions
Y'all ain't got a valid one
Opposition requires balance, done
Y'all can't taste what my pallet's munched
I pulled pallets once, EPJ
Y'all should work for that fucking place
Good pay, but y'all shouldn't stay
'cause they're fucking lame
What a fucking shame!
They bite off more than thеy can chew
Who knew that I would fly right through?
Said, "farewеll, " to the fucking
Shrewds, returned to the game
Just to see y'all snooze
Y'all shouldn't speak if y'all have a doubt
If y'all could only hear the shit you spout
Do y'all kiss your mothers
With that mouth? You
Might as well if your father's out
Shut the fuck up! Step back
Little fountain ass
Don't spit while you talk trash, y'all
Cock sucking, 'cause it cost nothing
Y'all straight suckin' like fuckin' fags, at
Least y'all preoccupied, mouth stuck open
With a dick inside, about time
Y'all learn to pipe down
Y'all heard me right?

Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak
When your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all
To shut the fuck up!
Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak
When your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all
To shut the fuck up!

Disappearing ink on a clean piece
Of paper, misperceiving lyrics
No wonder you favor
These industry schemers who only cater
To misdemeanors and substance abuse
Lately rubbed the wrong way like
H202 on a loose
Cut, so I wrote this tune for you
You think you're on a high horse
Bitch, what you smokin'? Call me high trojan
'cause I'm like peroxide on your open wounds
Yeah, there's Fifty Shades of Grey
Fifty Two shades of me
The nitty-gritty haters critiquing my
Movie, shackles and chains
Cackles and blades
A little fun with the subs I dominate
Look me in my eyes
Stare at my face, ya' luck is up
So shut the fuck up!
'Fore I put you in your place
Like a realtor with free space
No wonder I live rent-free in your mouth
Massive addiction like Queen of the South
Now yo' ass, cope eviction
Fixed position is an open house

Please, words are weapons
Powerfully paired with a certain sentence
Y'all never spit the perfect message
Loyal homies get first dibs at entrance
Shut the fuck up, up fuck the shut
Backwards sounds like gibberish
Sounds like y'all with your fucking lips
I wish it wasn't true fact
That sometimes I like hate
It motivates, fucking motor race
I'm entertained by cold debates
But y'all don't know when to stop and argue
Meeting somewhere with a code and barstools
Microphones and pads that start feuds
All that shit takes parts and fuel
So delay your shit, take a
Nap, eat your snacks
So I won't fuckign snap
Clean this up and stay off the map
Then I won't mention you in my raps

Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak
When your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all
To shut the fuck up!
Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak
When your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all
To shut the fuck up!

I'm always strong