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the jet age of tomorrow - lunchbox [v1] lyrics

[intro]
uh, salute the f+cking, yeah

[verse 1]
y’all couldn’t hang with me if i let you motherf+ckers
all lightweights, i could bet you motherf+ckers
better wake up from your dreams like i pinched you motherf+ckers
assassination from the shadows, it’s tipsy, motherf+cker
yeah, it’s hunting season, and have your favorite uncle bleeding
mother pleading, screaming cause i stabbed her in her stomach reason
listen, hoes, better hit the road when you see others lеaving
rumor has it, jay cue’s k!lling people for no f+cking rеason
it’s funny cause you n+ggas think you k!lling it
get a few plays, now you feeling like you did some sh+t
put your hands in your mouth, hold your tongue and listen quick
you weren’t real fans if this sh+t was a fishing trip
it’s on my wish list, to hush up all you fricking pr+cks
so you’ll end up with missing lips, if you refuse to zip them sh+ts
yeah, as the box begins to thicken
you poor motherf+ckers are just another addition

[hook]
treat you n+ggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox
roast you on a flaming ember then you’re in my lunchbox
appetite growing bigger so you’re in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
welcome to my lunchbox
treat you n+ggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox
roast you on a flaming ember then you’re in my lunchbox
appetite growing bigger so you’re in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
welcome to my lunchbox
[verse 2]
as my hunger grows in capacity
citizens scatter rapidly, in front of and after me
but you can not be mad at me cause it would be a tragedy
to hear the blasphemy of saying “this is not a masterpiece”
so please just, ease up
for you are surrounded by so many pyramids you think it’s egypt
so go ahead, step in our path
while we do a f+ckin hundred with our foot on the gas, b+tch
you lowly residents are merely just a pestilence
so tell me what a peasant is compared to my excellence
yeah, that’s absolutely nada
you n+ggas couldn’t kick it if i started playin soccer
how you gon’ stop a, n+gga spittin lava
over beat fatter than sumos eatin pasta with lobster?
be careful if your mouth begins to pop
murder won’t be considered, i’ll just drop you in the box

- the jet age of tomorrow lyrics

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