pb&j – rage against the lyrics
j+dibbz
i’m finna blow the mic, like dynamite
with a lit wick
f+ck it imma spit quick
with a limp d+ck
cause your rhymes ain’t makin’ me hard (chik chik)
that’s why i gotta spit better than sl!ck nick
inject these bars, if you want a quick it
like nicotine, with a cig lit
you pick ice picks, with a night stick
goin’ at your skin like ice hits
lookin’ like you got typhus
shootin’ up like isis
with your big iris, and nice tits
with them knife slits, on your right wrist
you got my attention, up until my mind yells
(b+tch is in crisis)
you finna get blocked like my sinus
only thing you’re good for is inter vivos, hepatitis
b+tch stay silent
throwin’ me off while i write hits
feelin’ heaven sent, wreak havoc with a pen
the damager is back, bodyin’ again
every now and then, turnin’ up thе temp
when i need to vent, see rеd, like the president’s head
send ’em back to h+ll
cause i really don’t ever see this ending
to the top is where i’m ascending
force unrelenting
next verse, jokes i’m sending
lemme introduce my main man pending!
(uncle iroh quote)
pending
to the enemies i made
when i put the pen to the page
minimum chance of escape
from my venomous hate
and my villainous rage
you’ll be at the givin’ up stage
i’ll be livin’ in the same place
as ya god d+mn brain
that’s your head sp+ce!
i’m the d+ck in your face
the p to the bj
how does our beef taste?
great! so take another f+ckin plate
while we serve you up our
98 pound rump steak
chillin’ while i’m illin’ at a “k!llin’ it pace
word bendin’ offendin’
with a straight face
you made a stupid f+ckin’ mistake
i got pb&j which is made up of
pending
bcoz
and j+dibbz of course
undeniably, indescribable
like a disciple, in the bible, liable
for nothin’, if they don’t like us
then they can suck it, coz f+ck ’em
cause, these my boys
f+ck with ’em and get slumped
cause together lyrically we getting this
b+tch pumped, but if you come at us
you will be debunked, trumped, thumped, dumped
on your own response
we will take the track and run it back so much
even your own mother will cluck
(gee that f+ckin’ sucked)
b+tch you just got motherf+cked!
(bring that thunder bcoz!) (uncle iroh quote 2)
bcoz
just bcoz
is the reason that i spit this
it wouldn’t be the same
if i didn’t live it
i’ve seen owls on the prowl
and i’ve seen a b+tch trip
i’ve seen grown men living
off of giving kids hits
help my mind get blank
when it’s late in the night
laying with mary+jane
and she’s taking me high
bic lighting up the flame
to bring the bud alight
watch the smoke float away
fades to nothing like time
heads a broken bottle
it gets smashed when i’m writing
with liquor on the throttle
might crash while i’m driving
can’t be a role model
dashing blue and red lighting
that paddy wagons not full
won’t let them find me
wanna be a superstar, nah, gonna go supernova
for the black hole inside my heart
time to wake em from their coma
insomniac, hitting bars
hypocrite, cause i’m a stoner
fight club mind now, i’m getting hard
f+ck the world don’t waste a b+n+r
my pen is a weapon
that will leave you sliced
so don’t bring your fists
to a fight with knives
are you ready to die
saying this is life
are you getting shy
and not spitting it right
knees unsteady, when i switch it up heavy
like a shiv to your belly, bcoz you were unready
dead like kenny, yeah i’m like ned kelly
cause i can’t help rebelling, don’t do what they’re telling
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