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j. logan - nsfw (freestyle) lyrics

[verse: j. logan]
here’s something different, you b-tches
i’m not here spitting some kid sh-t
i came to lyrically fist it
meanwhile i’m f-cking your missus
without a condom, tremendous
she bout to swallow my kids in
a f-cking holiday inn and
i’m not too fond of your friendship
you and your squad is some b-tches
i’ll tell your mom, “eat a d-ck with
s-m-n as condiments,” b-tch you
think that responding to this will
leave you with honor, well n-gga
i’m f-cking sorry to hit you
i go full auto on triggers
you f-ck, i’m monster-ous

[verse 2: logan]
crushing sh-t, like i’m godzilla
my d-ck is prime, like optimus
cherries, like zits i’m popping them
beating them down like cops in the
middle east like iraq where the
penalties never stop ’cause i’m
stopping these rappers hearts
with my pen, indeed i’m an author
an artist, the sh-t i draw will leave
of you needing lawyers
i’ll put you straight into coffins
i’m sorry, no metaphor with these bars
it’s straight from my jaw
so you little f-cks can acknowledge
my power is so exalting
i bet that you cowards thought that
i’d quit or just f-cking stop
after last school year when i dropped me
some sh-t that’s yet to be topped
and i’m sorry you been fell off
cuz you’re aching and i’m just talkin
i’m waiting for your response cuz
cuz flow can make stephen hawking be able
to walk and talk again

[verse 3: logan]
go take some ritalin before you talk some sh-t again
you older but you little, and you rap just like a f-cking kid
i’m out for blood b-tch, and all of you are bleeding
like some p-ssies, if you push me
i’ll leave all of you deceased
i’m not trying to be peaceful, i’ll put all of you to sleep
like a f-cking lullaby, i’m columbine out in these streets
i think i crossed a line, or i just set the bar higher
i burn your mixtapes inside my bonfire
your days ain’t been long boy, who’s ever heard of you?
you say that you’re immortal, so how did i just murder you?
i’m taking shots at your head, i know your girl approves
and i won’t stop till you’re dead and done with making music
i’m not spiteful, i’m not bitter
but you put me next to anybody else, and they surrender
ask the man in the mirror, “who’s out running with scissors?”
i’ll strike all of you out, this right here’s a no hitter
yo, and i’m the umpire, toss you out of my diamond
give you all a high five, and thumbs up, nice try
and this is not the minors, i’m coming out swinging
knocking you f-ggots out of the park, and it’s the first inning

- j logan lyrics

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