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jamwayne - ready lyrics

[chorus 2x: jamwayne]
f+ck this b+tch, i’m ready
my hitters on ready
all my guns on ready
lock and load, i’m ready
pullin’ up on ready
hoppin’ out, i’m ready
sn+tch your life, i’m ready
at your neck like cousin eddie

[verse 1: jamwayne]
let’s go get this sh+t
i kick and flip and rip that b+tch
i beat it up ’bout, and i don’t need a master cover this
i ride for mine for life
come boondock saints your ass
and say a prayer for quarters on your eyes
to pay the reaper take you outta here
ain’t nothin’ ’bout this life is fair
got no remorse and i don’t care
ain’t nothin’ force this sh+t
comes naturally like the f+ckin’ beard
like supernaturally i’m hеre
another casualty is clear
causе i be pennin’ lines with accuracy
and you should be aware
how i’m whippin’ up this custard
this a travesty of justice
got ’em mad at me and i ain’t even barely scratch the surface
just the product of tupac and dmx and all my brothers
who have k!lled the game before me
now it’s jambo motherf+ckers
[chorus 2x]

[verse 2: adam calhoun]
whoa! that bass kickin’ like a bull
i’ve been dealin’ with my demons
believe me my hands is full
i’ve been prayin’ not for peace
but rather be the god of war
f+ck that sh+t you sayin’
i have conversations with the lord (oh lord!)
grab your armor and a sword
at your neck like spinal cord
time to march like final four
april comes i let it pour
may you pray i don’t become the man before
and look around, ain’t no welcome mats on the door
i really lived in a trailer
don’t think it’s cool to just say it
you try to take your ass to school
in sh+tty clothes and explain it
i’ve been to prison, you plain if
i lived the life you just paintin’
i’m at your neck like i’m stranglin’
now what the f+ck was you sayin’

[chorus 2x]
[verse 3: adam calhoun]
whoa! that white boy, he got that flow
h+llcat fast, got extra gold
friends got tattoo faces, ain’t from mexico
got that gas, texaco
might light a match and let it blow
and that thing blasts
all it’s leavin’ is a big ass exit hole (whoa!)
got that dog in me
never have the law with me
rather call my rowdy friends
“many men”, all 50
out here runnin’ routs
like 4th and all they catchin’ felonies
i ain’t sellin’ dreams
your favorite rapper lie on melodies

[verse 4: jamwayne]
no for me, against the world
so get it while you livin’
stay on ready for whatever’s comin’
nuclear technician
fission products, when i spit
initiate a chain reaction
so much energy released
i beast and slit your adam’s apple
tackle all authorities
to seek to chain of scuffin’ shackles
when they f+ckin’ do the same sh+t
crooked coppers, sneaky b+st+rds
buckle up, i’m strappin’ up and ready
get ’em cousin eddie
freddy krueger when you sleepin’
jason statham when i slay ’em
texas chainsaw massacre
we bang into the barn and skin their faces
exorcism for you demons
put you b+tches in your place
judgment day, you get no pity
execute, annihilate
paint the walls up like picasso
f+ckin’ dump you in your grave
[chorus 2x]

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