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crypt - sheesh lyrics

[hook: crypt]
if you ain’t ready to get pumped
take your joke -ss home!
and we do not give a f-ck
it’s a no wack zone!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!

[bridge: crypt]
now, lean back in yo seat
let the beat slap and say sheesh
we gonna blow your mind
with every single rhyme
you’re gonna have to get on your feet
now get up on it
flowin me
you made your bed
now fold the sheets
the door is locked
i own the key
i don’t like you
so, i say sheesh

[verse 1: crypt]
everybody thinkin they amazing
but imma show you homie
that you not that
i been workin on this day to day
and it’s safe to say
i came in the game
and i c-ck back
and i chop tracks
and i pop back
on any m-th-f-cka
thinkin they can stop my -ss
i rock the rap like
flip nine get the game
ziploc fresh
with the sh-t talk
b-tch, stop
to the tip top
just to p-ss off
any b-tch then i lift off
when i shoot
i gotta quick draw
you just p-ssed off
cause i’m climbin in the record
while ridin in the bottom
of a riggidy rig saw
i don’t play no games
my name ain’t jigsaw
but i’m quick to slice
and that’s in cut a b-tch off
i run this sh-t like i was f-ckin rich
so, call me bischoff, or rick ross
i’m a big boss
lyrical rappers
anyone attacks us
getting hit where the toe tag is
flow magic, so spastic
go-go flow gadget
i’m so graphic, but no fascist
the pope has his holy ghost p-ssion

[?] i’ma go psychopathic
hot like a match is

[?] just might f-ck a bad b-tch
it’s madness when a write on a pad
i don’t practice
i’m just good when i rap
i know i’m better than
whatever you thinkin
you can do
so, you better just admit that
your the lesser of us 2
don’t f-ck with me, boy
i put you under with a couple other gs, boy
everybody think they want
a part of this beef
but i’m fat for a reason
i eat these beats

[hook: crypt]
if you ain’t ready to get pumped
take your joke -ss home!
and we do not give a f-ck
it’s a no wack zone!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!

[verse 2: futuristic]
yo, i made a phrase
and they claimed it
i came from the mud
i was raised in the bas-m-nt
amazed at these lames
and the things they be sayin
they reppin the streets
let em lay on the pavement
i’m on some nwa sh-t
i go in the label
and jump on the table
say, “run me my payment”
i’m nothing to play with
put me on the plate
i swear, i’m bout to break sh-t
mask off blast off
i reppin that facts off
it’s hacks off
i put it on the gas
makin cash
you n-ggas broke
take the cast off
i’m the type of cat
that might get mad
if you been talkin trash
i’ll let a track off
scr-pe your face on the asphalt
got your lady playing with my thingie
in the tub while i’m [?] bath salt
talkin bout [?]
and i be really about the benjamins

[?] and i be flyer than [?]
used to be up on a jet
cause i got bars like
penitentiaries
and welcome to corrections
lookin at the greatest
while i’m seein my reflection
i be eatin everybody
someone give me a suggestion
i could line em up
and shoot em down with lyrics

[?] i’m like i don’t ever answer
if you have a question
i ain’t even flexin though
i’m the best with flow
i’m self driven like a tesla, goals
i bout my green like a vegetable
they wanna hang with me
like a t-st-cl-
i’m at the festival
with a white chick and her sidekick
with my nightstick
with a tight grip
with my guy crypt
i hit it once
then we might switch

[hook: crypt]
if you ain’t ready to get pumped
take your joke -ss home!
and we do not give a f-ck
it’s a no wack zone!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!
get the f-ck up!

[outro: crypt]
now, lean back in yo seat
let the beat slap and say sheesh
we gonna blow your mind
with every single rhyme
you’re gonna have to get on your feet
now get up on it
flowin me
you made your bed
now fold the sheets
the door is locked
i own the key
i don’t like you
so, i say sheesh

- crypt lyrics

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