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jay palmer - messiah lyrics

(loc dog/marlon wayans)
“i said…. do. we. have. a. problem? hmm?”
“now you better get your stanky asses up outta here ‘fore i cause a nuclear holocaust up in here fool!”

(jay palmer)
“i didn’t think i’d have to smoke anyone on this you know”

(toothpick/darrell heath)
“let’s go, lets go fool, c’mon!”

(jay palmer)
“p+ssies”

(toothpick/darrell heath)
“fool, let’s go!”

(intro)
jheez!

you don’t know me (x3)
you don’t…

(verse 1)
it’s mr pleased to k!ll ’em with ease
trigger finger itchy i’m an inch away from making it squeeze (boom!)
and from the seat or should i say the throne i’m in? i think i should cuz i’m in a position of еlevation, the upper hand in this situation
it’s not to bе mistaken that this ain’t the first of my runs into speed bumps, you know i got the key easy like c major
gee its easy to treat the beat like a cd and deck it, see me you best believe me when i say i’m moving too freely for you to be sneaky
pass me the torch, what do we have here?
lookie lookie, another self diagnosed god in his complex
(i’m the f+cking god) sat behind his leds, let me please introduce myself to the screen

hey there my name is… wait… why are my private conversations with +bleep+ opened in photoshop with a now empty box in it?
(the f+ck?)
is that my picture from +bleeps+ birthday with +bleep+ who couldn’t even make it and just wished him a happy belated? like…
(something ain’t right man)
i guess that now’s the time to mention that i’m being sarcastic you f+cking pr+ck, you can l!ck the tip of my d+ck whilst i stick a flag in your sh+t and state the obvious: i’m claiming this is sh+t

(talk all that sh+t b+tch)

cuz you don’t know me

(talk all that sh+t, run it, run it c’mon keep going… f+ckin’ have it, let’s do it, let’s do it, lets +clap+ ahh!)

yeah, okay

let’s place the cards on the table quick
you’re throwing accusations like a boomerang doesn’t exist
came back and bit your ass, think it’s fair to say that you missed
might wanna check again, i think it caught and cease and desist
(oooh) sorry you’re b+tt hurt about it, i’ll say that is my fault
(my bad)
i’ll say that sh+t was on purpose to add a pinch of salt (f+ck you)
that’s just a warning before i throw you into the vault
so keep it shut before you’re charged for them s+xual assaults
(oh my god)
yeah this is k!ll bill now, i’m cut throat with this sh+t
y’all wanna throw hands after i throw shade in this b+tch
the difference between us is that i know reputation is permanent so let my wounds heal whilst you try to tell em your not who i’m claiming you is (i’m not, i’m not)
d+mn i make f+cking a p+ssy look so easy, call this area the g spot the way i get respect in this b+tch
sh+t i must be the messiah the way i’m bringing light to this, laid the facts, now i’m out of this b+tch

- jay palmer lyrics

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