conway the machine – silly rabbitt lyrics
[intro]
yeah n-gga (yeah)
glad you did this f-ck boy
[verse]
look, i don’t usually entertain f-ckery
but i don’t know what got this n-gga
thinkin’ he could f-ck with me
the homie told me to murder you in a song
but that bullsh-t verse wasn’t worthy of a response
n0body never heard of you, am i wrong?
but i got somethin’ that’ll certainly give him surgery in my palm
p-ssy, i’ll do you dirty front of your mom
in front of them same dirty n-ggas that’s all
in your video, tell them n-ggas, watch, get ready
i k!ll ’em in a few minutes, get your watches ready
you not hot, if you was you would’ve popped already
wig shot, sig pop ’til it drop spaghetti
your top confetti, man why i even got this petty?
cause i k!ll people for fun, i’m ox in “belly”
to be the best you gotta beat the best, you said it yourself
so basically, you admittin’ i was better yourself
so i ain’t even gotta do it, sh-t, you deaded yourself
put your neck in the gullotine and be headed yourself
f-ck rap, read a book or somethin’, better yourself
diss me and you pay homage, you just credit yourself
said he wanted to spar, so i’m settlin’ it quick
i don’t think this n-gga know how deadly it could get
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a chain or the bezel on my wrist
he wanted bars, i’ma show him that there’s levels to this sh-t
you better do your research
‘fore n-ggas see you in kings city in front of rest in peace t-shirt
n-gga this the s.e. gang, you know how we work
chopper go off, n-ggas run, check how his feet work
this is chess, not checkers, n-gga it’s my move
but how could i lose? been k!llin’ n-ggas since high school
mentionin’ my name that ain’t a wise move
cause in the booth, i’m a tsunami and a typhoon
puttin’ words together, somethin’ that i’m better at
he wanna get in the ring with me, i mayweather that
you should’ve picked you another lane instead of rap
wish it was you that got k!lled instead of black
n-gga, i’m the machine, i tried to tell him that
smack with him the back of the shotgun, his head’ll crack
you ain’t know this the sh-t that i like doin’
i like chewin’ n-ggas, the sh-t that i write ruin
a n-gga career, i’m right here in my white ewings
and you’ll never get you a ring, you like ewing
i seen your video, talkin all that f-ggot sh-t
word to west philly, i’ll give this n-gga the (?) clip
chopper make a n-gga disappear, that’s the magic stick
i’ll sn-tch the rabbit out his hat like a magic trick
for real homie, you ain’t ready for how bad it get
i get money and f-ck b-tches, don’t do the battle sh-t
i hang with the savages that aim at your cabbages
and rain (?) somethin’ (?), but’ll splatter sh-t
you ain’t in my lane, you a lame and you average
chopper aim at you and them lames that you rappin’ with
chase money, i don’t know what you boys do
til in my driveway it’s new toys, wooo, two toys blue
you are not a thug, you a schoolboy duke
in the club, i do the buckets like schoolboy q, n-gga
i’m talkin’ bottles after bottles, n-gga
all i got for you is these hollows, n-gga
and lately i been travelin’, (?) n-gga
in that foreign big boy (?)
i got shot, n-gga (?) and my (?) done
i’m rg3 of the sh-t, ready for week one
if you don’t got a gun, you better keep one
told you i’ma finish you n-gga before the week done
the machine, n-gga, that’s it, that’s all
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