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tassho pearce - room service lyrics

rip, rip it up

[verse 1]
how many mc’s wanna f-ck with me?
not many givin’ a son to me
might as well be living in my custody
’cause you a buster that’s just lookin’ up to me, huh
hut-one hut-two to the three, keep it moving like i’m bustin’ from a mother f-cking uzi
whichever one is in front of me when i bust ’cause he can be the first one to cease
i’m inna top of the hip-hop inventing quicker than [?] when he crossin
offin’ a hater man ’cause i’m stealing the scene
imma leave me a mc [?]
k!ll ’em with ease
similar to freeze on my nuts
imma smoke y’all quicker than the trees that i puff -cough- -cough-
leave our enemies in the dust
debris and rust gone with the breeze when i bust

[chorus]
rehe-rs- it if you nervous
immersive two word verses
anybody with beef that surface
please don’t come with weak -ss verses

you heard q’s cuts stay perfect
ask yourself is it worth it
these dudes is too for certain
bring it to your door
-ding-dong-
room service

[verse 2]
droppin’ a rhyme
off of the top of the mind
skin made of steel like optimus prime
i rush in like rhinosaurus
i will not miss
get left with no pot to p-ss
determined to claim my throne
with no concern for vermin, lames, and clones
whole different plane that my brain is on
came to change the game got the range to do it
entertain with music
you claim you ruthless
what you spray in the studio i stay in the booth b-tch
paranormal experiment gone wrong and it’s most apparent when i’m tearing on a song
chillin’ on an island but my name ain’t gilligan
if emirc get ill again you be hanging from a ceiling fan
similar to venomous cobras
k!llin’ ya soldiers
inna minute it’s over

[chorus]
rehe-rs- it if you nervous
immersive two word verses
anybody with beef that surface
please don’t come with weak -ss verses

you heard q’s cuts stay perfect
ask yourself is it worth it
these dudes is too for certain
bring it to your door
-ding-dong-
room service

[verse 3]
emirc be the next mc to blow
choose a beat than proceed to flow
it’s funny to me
you’re not comin’ with heat
how you thinking you keeping it close?
your word don’t hold weight like a paper plate
i’m in the lab
we can work on labor day
invisible ink yeah we paved the way
flip the bird be the label that’ll make you say
“d-mn i gotta stop sippin’ on that haterade”
they ain’t got pull like magneto
y’all working hard on the mic but your squad is the type to get ate like a bag of doritos
i leave ’em alone
not even believin’ your poem
i’m the reason mc’s can’t breathe when it’s on
play it on the radio in the jeep with the chrome
give me weed and the bong
we’ll be deep in the zone

- tassho pearce lyrics

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