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blahzay roze - every word lyrics

[verse 1]
b-tches think i’m slippin’, but i’m on a f-ckin’ mission
shut your f-ckin’ mouth and listen, you stupid trick, stop your trippin’
i pick every word i’m spittin’, so when they hit, i’m not missin’
cut you quick like holy sh-t, and leave your body with the fishes
you think this is a joke? this sh-t’s my f-ckin’ life
yeah, i might just be a psycho f-ckin’ around with a knife
but it’s ‘cause all these hoes are trife, just look at how they be actin’
bein’ kosher to my face, then turn around and stab my back in
it’s happened, it’s happened again and again
that’s why i take to these pages with my own blood in my pen
some people think it’s the end, but i have only just started
writing words down on the pages, so i can sculpt like an artist
pupils shrink in your head, ‘cause my shine f-ck with they iris
let me pluck out your eyeb-lls and show you who is your highness
i only rap with the finest, and i been spittin’ bars
you won’t “cash me outside,” ‘cause i live up in the stars

[chorus]
all these f-ckin’ people runnin’ around like they know me
hope they choke out all they lives in the bathroom stalls snortin’ c0ke
and i can just hear all their laugher, all their filthy little jokin’
but unbeknown to them, i know every word that they spoken (woo!)
all these f-ckin’ people runnin’ around like they know me
hope they choke out all they lives in the bathroom stalls snortin’ c0ke
and i can just hear all their laugher, all their filthy little jokin’
but unbeknown to them, i know every word that they spoken

[verse 2]
all of the hate, fatal mistake
catch you slippin, i’m grippin, my pistol ain’t fake
and i ain’t afraid to walk up, stick it up in your face
i don’t discriminate for no one, k!llin’ any f-ckin’ race
i’m broken, severely damaged, clearly can’t be f-ckin’ managed
psychotic in my pajamas, 12 monkeys, ‘cause i’m bananas
born with every disadvantage, was stranded and left abandoned
slapped on a [?] to conquer the f-ckin’ planet (hey!)
hold up, you went and wrote a song?
you say you’re spittin’ facts, but your facts is wrong
you only wrote that sh-t so i could be your mom
but i ain’t buyin’ diapers, b-tch, no you can sh-t on the lawn (oh!)
all these mother f-ckers don’t know me
hatin’ on your b-tch, but do it low key
i’ma slay ‘em all facts, ‘cause i’m an og
rumor has it blahzay’s back, go tell your homie

[verse 3]
your man, he needs to pump on his brakes, yeah
before he gets punched in his face, yeah
he begs me to come take your place, yeah
‘cause he don’t like the way you taste, no
but that [?] snakin’, he’s sadly mistaken
‘cause blah blah is taken, my man bring the bacon
he make my back ache and me wet as a lake
and when i break him off, i leave him spent and shaken

- blahzay roze lyrics

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