stray dawg - massacre lyrics
intro:-
yo, mic check, its straydawg. f-ck an intro , man! c’mon lets go!
verse#1:-
yo it’s my first bar so call it the beginning of the end //
i jump on stage and don’t k!ll it ? y’all niggas pretend //
shit so thriller call me a savage k!ller, i’m barbaric //
trynna join the hiphop stream, climbin’ this pillar hustlin iller //
i come bursting causing combustion by my rhymes //
i’d be in for a lifetime if bodying beats was a crime //
put a bomb in your girl’s womb, f-ck her with a dog’s dong //
or i could get her a bamboo stick if she likes it long //
my rhymes be strikin’ at em’ hard, tearing your heart apart //
get a knife and make up a couple of slices, jesus christ! //
i don’t say it with pride but you peeps don’t match my specs //
to you, my words sound complex and give you hecks //
cause everytime i spit, i make sure i go hard, like i’m a t-rex //
you b-tches ain’t got sk!lls, ask people, they know my drill //
goin be famous, like benjamin franklin on a hundred dollar bill //
these motherf-ckers want me to spit it slow, f-ck no //
nigga my frozen flows are better than your 100-gos //
lobotomize you, mummify you and leave you to rot //
piss on the decayed fossils that i caught thats what i thought //
b-tches i’m wicked, i already preordered hell’s ticket //
‘sir, are you up for this one sided visit?’ yes! i ticked it //
look at my b-llsack as i tell your girl to lick it //
with her tits i’m playing cricket?!! f-ck that, yo kick it //
it’s about time that i drive off the grand canyon with 6 b-tches trapped in the back of a caddilac //
you droppin’ a track sounded whack like f-cking acrobats flipping their -sses on a gigantic jumping jack //
hook :- (x2)
yo, let the game begin, but i am here so call it a m-ssacre//
it’s a lyrical -ssasination of rappers, so call it a m-ssacre //
you getting k!lled, it’s not tragical, it’s just a m-ssacre //
this magical radical causing this f-cking m-ssacre //
verse#2:-
you niggas degraded stop your f-cking d rated shit //
it was just one verse and you have been raided //
your mind is faded like you have been heavily sedated //
yeah motherf-ckers, its my 2nd bar and i said it as i laid it //
i know you got a d-ck..up your -ss (haha) //
im cold hearted like took a bath from frozen n2 gas //
skin you alive, cut out ur inners and eat em from a bowl //
shout out the d.o.g backwards, and call me s. god //
muthuf-ckas drink my dog’s pee your are the dawg’s prey //
situation getting tighter its the arrival of sick rhyme writer //
you’re just a bunch of amateurs, you niggas immature, i’m mature//
yo i’m k!llin’ it, i’m sick and this sickness of mine got no cure //
putting you in a f-cking dungeon and lock it, pull my glock out and c-ck it //
noobick niggers getting their heads popp-ed i got a f-cking limit and you should never cross it //
unless you got nothing to live for, yeah that’d be a f-cking sour //
man i’m gettin bored of k!lling these whores //
dawg on the mic like death knockin’ at your door//
i just need a pen and a pad, i’ll be writing my own fate //
seen many like you c-cksuckers, but kept the same mindstate //
these sk!lls of 9th grade? the won’t fade they escalate //
i’m just trynna not to get late to be great, mate //
look at em’ rappers getting k!lled, it’s a sad spectacle //
listen to these bars like its a f-cking lyrical miracle //
that’s right! i strike i’m kinda like mike on a mic //
i would just shoot you in the head //
but it just doesnt seem right, imma hold a bullet in my hand //
and your head in the other hand, imma get a knife, put a hole in your //
mind, and imma put the bullet in it, get you 69 stitches (b-tches) //
hook :- (x2)
yo, let the game begin, but i am here so call it a m-ssacre//
it’s a lyrical -ssasination of rappers, so call it a m-ssacre //
you getting k!lled, it’s not tragical, it’s just a m-ssacre //
this magical radical causing this f-cking m-ssacre //
verse#3:-
no margin lines on this paper, no limit to these f-cking words //
i’m insane from the membrane, tongue’s like a crazy caged bird //
these words be samurai swords coming out of my vocal cords //
nigga talking guns and selling drugs doesn’t make you a thug //
so some f-gs come to tell me who i am on my facebook page //
show whatchu got, get your shit together lay it down on a page //
taking ever single headshot like im on a f-cking rampage //
i ain’t aged but i’m fully grown i’m k!lling these newborns //
peeping toms who got nothing else to do but watching porn //
my pen? man it’s a tsetse stinger, call me the death bringer //
get off ended, it’s a rule fool, everybody gets the finger //
yo, i’ll be dj’ing and laughing right next to your coffin //
nigga call this a ritual of real hip hop, i’m f-cking scoffing //
beware i know all your bullshit motherf-ckers i could be its exposer //
get yourselves a life and keep up with your own business losers //
i say what i wanna say, if i offended you, sorry i can’t apologize //
trynna’ acknowledge my mistakes, probably won’t qualify //
i’m banging these l-sses in their -sses, never try to mess with me //
yeah i said never mess with me, cause i’ll have a murder to confess you see //
i k!ll niggers as i pull em’ triggers, f-ck em’ haters i’m the greatest!
let’s slow down the pace so these f-ggots could understand some shit //
wanna wipe y’all off the earth’s face cause you a disgrace to human race //
droppin’ shit so whack wanna get you dead ressurect you and k!ll you again //
spitting these verses they strikin’ at you like irreversible curses, striking so hard you’d be needing doctors and nurses!
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