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kourt jester - save it lyrics

[intro: kourt jester]

(laughs)
yeah!
kj!
nemesis poe!
we back at it!
(poe: uh huh!)

[hook: kourt jester]
no one, gave me sh-t, i had to take it
a hater waved his wrist, i had to break it
you know what it is, i’ma make it
all of the bullsh-t, b-tch save it
b-tch, just save it (x3)
all of the bullsh-t, b-tch just save it

[verse 1: kourt jester]
wavin’ a mic around, middle finger is up
we some spiggity-spitters, makin’ em bitter, not givin’ a f-ck
i’m a natural born k!ller, so make these words a memento
you have the right to suck my d-ck, make your street jump like jenko
i’m a sicko, word to skitzo, if i’m leadin, they follow
a hater want a problem, it’s like a ducatti to an impala
they wanna mock him, i got ya, imitation is simply flattery
like somehow they think if they copy my style, they’ll become as dope as me magically
wasn’t fashioned in a factory, i ravish beats, i’m dastardly
i got the whole game in a knot so tight my that rap style is tapestry
save all of that sh-t you talkin, how bout you go and drink some draino
cause my words like octaine to a flamethrower, you know my bars are fuego
you clearly r-t-rded, you soon to be dearly departed
i’ma make it regardless, whether you support me or i’m a target
how else can i put it, pretty much i’m iller than aids patients
so really if you be hatin’, shut the f-ck up right now and just save it

[verse 2: nemesis poe]
them two cents you got about my grind? go talk at key bank
i need stacks and bleed tracks, stay on point, i leave tracks
find me where them greenbacks at, not where police at
i’m floatin’ like them racetrack cats, i need a speed p-ss
blood is thicker than water, that’s why you p-ss-es bleed fast
i’ll beat your -ss if you don’t beat your f-ckin’ feet fast
i hear your little slick sh-t talk like “what’s with that contact?”
“thinkin’ he a juggalo, so i know he’s got no bomb rap”
braces for crooked t–th combat, where’s your mom at?
and i’m only half of a vampire, where’s your arm at?
you try to jack my flav b-tch, you gon’ feel my rage flip
get in the way of that gauge b-tch, you gettin’ sprayed quick
treat roaches like raid did, flow shocking like raiden
you think this sh-t’s a game? well, i’m not something you play with
all of your bullsh-t fakeness, go ‘head and save it
or i’ll ball punch the sh-t out of your -ss like johnny cage did!

[verse 3: kourt jester]
y’all haters are as ridiculous as a jew is who’s holding a crucifix
i’m doin’ this, it’s been proven since
built a booth in the womb, verses boomed in that b-tch
i got no f-ckin’ patience, for these quote unquote emcees
they more like pegasus but they f-ckin’ with hercules
they’re all so godd-mn selfish, they don’t give a sh-t about the craft
i can ensure you that i love hip hop and wanna see it advance
i’m not mad they don’t want a verse from me, i’m like f-ck ’em
i’m waitin’ on them big moves y’all are makin’, i don’t hear nothin’
got a hearing problem, but i can admit that i’m proud
my left ear is disfigured, because the piff that i’m puffin’ is loud
hate my music then hide yo’ wife, i’m trying to f-ck her like tyrone
and i’m so, ready to go, so tell that b-tch go grab the scope
i’m the most complex rapper that um, h-ll has seen
you couldn’t get this fly if you tried sellin’ jeans
tellin’ other emcees f-ck you since before i, hit my teens
flyin’ solo forever, i’m no one’s hypeman….na’mean?!?!

- kourt jester lyrics

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