scru face jean - homicide (remix) lyrics
[verse]
now, i am not braggin’, but b+tch, i am swaggin’
i’ll leave a body on the carpet, aladdin
the ratchet spittin like a n+gga that’s rappin’
so they set they yappers to semi+illmatic
wrote this on a tablet like the ten commandments
but f+ck with my splits and i’ll red sea yo’ cabbage
my cousin was trappin’, puttin’ white into wrappin’, somethin’ like marshall mathers
this sh+t is ridiculous
d+mn, n+gga, i be wiggin’
i’m sam fisher on a mission, these n+ggas is b+tches
for a minute, been suspicious
they tried to flip it, let’s get wicked
they say you a racist ’cause you want representation of people the color yo’ face is
b+tches is basic
don’t get the facts, but they say sh+t
internet is like the matrix
wasn’t gon’ say this (hah)
tried to k!ll me with screenshots
b+tch, i survived situations you actually could be shot
that’s right, n+gga
why lie on me? just fight, n+gga
you’ll get jacked on the mic, n+gga
whether you black or white, n+gga
i’m nice, n+gga
they like, “fizza, yo, why you break down all your videos?”
’cause some people probably heard the last scheme and only heard the word, ‘n+gga,’ bro
wanna k!ll these hoes with a semi+fo’
half yo’ team get it like the ‘pick and roll’
and the beam redder than the sickest nose
that’s a special beam cannon, piccolo
oh, i’m trippin, though
this is magic, b+st+rd, like i’m penn & teller
got my whoadie+whoadies and my fella+fellas
when we not around, these haters yell to get us
then we come around, they turn to helen keller
i’m forever better than who you consider
you my son and i [?]
who gon’ get us?
simon say that, “scru the illest”
like a n+gga movin’ with a super sickness
i’ma always say what i want, b+tch
i’m raw, b+tch, you can’t stop sh+t
some soft b+tch was like, “this offends me. like, subscribe to todd, b+tch!”
ah, sh+t
n+gga’s got him a rocket
now they floppin’ like harden
he a marksman
when that sh+t get to poppin’, you’ll get rocked like a mosh pit (ha)
and this ain’t a game, but this is my aim and i’ll leave you red dead
why is it, most o’ my haters be lookin’ like muh’f+ckin’ meth+heads? (huh)
don’t f+ck with munfu ’cause see, n+ggas be tuckin’, they’ll put you to bed+bed
and brainiac is my blood
i’ll k!ll you for dough, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout bread+bread (n+gga, what?)
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