Lyrics:
And find my record spinning
You'll never no I was grinnin when I did that
This is the you-N-H-O-L-why
Deadly, like pesticide
So just step aside
did it go"
Where did it go?
Adios, sayonara, there ain't no need to even bother when we talk it only gets me hotter under my collar,
Don't need no
cool let it stay like that
And you make think it's new but it came like that
Everybody get a chance let me state my facts
They said I fell off but I came
now I take my whiskey sour
Sittin' barside after hours
Thinkin' how can I get over if the love was never ours?
Hell, I know you got my message
All
speakin' again
I know she shed a tear, when I had to leave, it was pain
But at least you get to weep in the Range
Sometimes I don't see my daughter for
her when you're thinking about your words
She got me typing, deleting my messages then re-writing
In the hope that there's a smile when she's replying
judge my decorations
I'm your Neighborhood Jason
I find your women and rape em
Record and copy And paste em
Then post it all on my Facebook
Don't message
yards a game
My competition' better back up
I'm the e running back
Niggas that ain't ready get the machete
For the lyrical Jason of rap i'ma keep
aint wit the fuck around
Now dont you get it twisted
Im so fuckin vicious
Made it from the block
Straight ambition
I always win bitch
That's my tradition
why ever since you left me here to finish
By the end of my life I hope that I'm not the one who did it
Praying to a God I don't believe in for the same
You' with the wrong Bandz
After my daring dance I lift up the greatest name
Judgement on you just did land
What you got made, deadbeat dad
Your daughter
You' with the wrong Bandz
After my daring dance I lift up the greatest name
Judgement on you just did land
What you got made, deadbeat dad
Your daughter
get rich
What you think I’ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper
We got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac
I call it my bitch nigga
Back to avenge his own death on this earth
Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help
Santa sat at his computer. Clicked the mouse to get his mail.
There were 1 million e-requests for Santa's time.
But one letter did stand out. Why it
own hooks
Or self-snitch, throw his own books
My family told me they was riding wit me
Even when I stray and the devil try and get me
If I stop
Youngest in my city tell me who could you compare to me
Showed them what i'm made of now these niggas getting scared of me
They see how i'm doing now
get this message straight to you
If you wanna get back your lady
Your lady needs to know, oh, yeah
Ah, if you really love her
You know you got
Lullaby, rap it, because that is my mood
Turn you to dust, I hope I ain't rude
Turn you to dust, I hope I ain't rude
Moving like Jason, slash you like Freddy
the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the place to be) (yeah)
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block?
Didn't have to break a steerin'
don't you see how it glow
Didn't nobody wanna help us so we did it all alone
You can have that
They say I'm bringing rap back
If music was on Wall Street
Yea
Red
Did you get the message girl
I sent the text, five minutes
Girl I sent the message yea
I'm ready if you ready
Girl I see you ready yea
She
to take in feel like my heart is aching
Sam I hope you get this message
Man without you here we all feel lonely
Damn you taken to soon it's depressing
(Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
I pray these niggas understand how passion is contagious
(To get you under my pressure)
Richer
(I been tryin',
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