Slaine, Bad Newz, Jaysaun - This Is The End lyrics

Too many kings, not enough crowns
The circus left town and forgot the clowns
Colorful suit's with bozo's boots
Jumping through hoops, juggling fruit
These rappers is cooch’
Masking your douche, clitoris lips
Your gimmick is chips, dressing like Prince
No respect, metro sex, throwing up sets
It makes me vexed, middle sex like the county
On your head, a bounty
Claiming you pump keys, make G's
Begging Leedz to perform
At the Middle East, retards in leotards
Chia broads what's next
Nose jobs? The Lipo? Like Michael?
That’s the light bulb, I been a maestro since
Unlike you typos, blood type is Type O
Moment of truth, you ball and get loose
Platinum noose but your mobile is boose
On the caboose with a beat-up goose
Sipping a deuce, y'all a fluke, a scam
Rub the lamp, shazam
"Gangster I am" said Sam, Green Eggs and Ham
Dr seuss, I could shoot a gat and cook crack
Spinning on my back with a
Fish tank on my hat
Swinging a bat while lighting a match
And these are the dudes who put
The Bean on the map never busting a strap
Be cool with your cheap jewels
Ten karat chain, using music in vain
Stay in your lane
I drop shit like I ain't been potty trained
Lyrics are paint, simple and plain
Mention my name
They'll be chalking your frame
Boston rappers is lame identity theft
Comic book crooks with nursery hooks
While performing, you're shook
I guess thugging's a good look when
You put it in your rhymes
Be cautious with your lines
My dawgs empty 9s
You cowards repping my city
But, you ain't from my hood
You live in a ward, same school
Different class meaning you dudes is ass
Meaning your jewels is glass

Meaning you dudes is fags
This is a few and a half minutes of
Sermons from the mass
A menace of mass ministers
Masterful massacre crafted from
Sinister minds
Genesis since the beginning of time
There's always been snakes, thieves, liars
Envious ones i’d rather outsmart ’em
Why will I pretend to be dumb?
I got a semi-automatic gun
Six figure hustle game
Only getting bigger now
Who wanna come and muscle Slaine?
New York is the rotten apple
This is a bloody Bean
We move on the radar, there ain't nobody seen
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Fuck it, stand still
I’m still spilling blood on your shirt
I'm still ill and a real villain
Chills up my spine
I'm still getting thrills
Pill and bills stuck to each other
Puffing nickels, tucking 9s in the glovey
It's no wonder why 5-0s hate me
And the hoes love me
I’m the prettiest ugliest motherfucker
With his nose bloody
They'll say I'm pretty ugly
The whole city love me
This is vicious dope sickness, death wishes
No witness
This is show business, I been to Hell too

What can I tell you? I ain't
Never met niggas more pussy
I smell you, full metal
Jacket to the straightjacket, holmes
Put me in Bellevue, first stop at the LQ
I can ghostwrite for you
I don't think that it'd help you (Uh, uh)
And one time niggas almost felt you
I'm a G, you a flea, I'm so sorry dawg
We gotta melt you
Play the cards that was dealt
You in this Casino war
You're the cancer in the game
That's what the chemo's for
Your armor's chinked up, I see those flaws
Prostituting on the internet
I see those whores
Willy D said you gotta let a hoe be a hoe
So silly-me for tryna stop a
Hoe from being a hoe (You know)
Jaysaun's raw, what you expect?
I love drugs, love money and sex, that's DMS
Okay i met Keyo
You got a problem with us? Then lay low
Or your next kangol will be a halo
You can't rap, you a rat with a fake flow
And I'm the torpedo
Made your whole boat sink slow
I never write nothing, I like to inflow
And you a cheap copy of me
We made it at Kinkos
Nicer than us? I don't really think so
Throwing everything at you, even
The kitchen sink, holmes