"Who's he?"
"Pest!"
"He's a pest"
"Pest, pest, pest"
"Pest! Is that your name?"
Yeah
I eat, sleep, f*ck, and f*ck the game up
These other rappers acting like they f*ckin' came to save us
I won't front, I spend money rather than save up
I won't front, I won't back into the walls of anger
These motherf*ckers are torturing me
Totally rolling over explosives, I'm morphing to Jesus
These other suckas keep hawking to see
My Stephen Hawking seething armageddon of knowledge destroying peace, yuh
I weep to God while I'm reeking of pot
I see the facades, I see the mirage
I'm breathing ganj, defeating y'all
And I can definitely, infinitely end your whole squad
Picking weeds in my garden of life
Hold seeds in my palm while I sprinkle the ly
Sergic acid, I'm a bastard on a massacre
Laffy Taffy rappers need to put the camera down and handle sumn
I'll end your life with a pen or a knife, you choose
And when you feel the embers I light, you move
And when you steal the letters I'm typing, you rude
So lemme empty the semi on this white kid
I'm so excited, today's the shootin' spree
Stupid motherf*ckers are lucid dreaming when they on beats
Drooping motherf*ckers, I watered em but there is no seed
Roofie motherf*ckers, sleep on me, I f*ck em in they sleep
I hail from the town of Penfield
In the city of Roc, but I rock cities, I been real
You stupid f*ckin' rappers don't know shit about some sheer skill
I'm spinning all your heads like I just blew air on a pinwheel
So next time you pussies ask me for the feature
It's New Orleans abbreviated whenever I see ya
I just be sittin' back, suckin' down all the reefer
This Pest 3 shit slaps like what you do to mosquitos
Beat him
"What did she take?"
"Uh, speedball or snowball or whatever the hell they call it. Ya know, it's heroin and coke"
"Uh, no time for the old 'in and out', love! I've just come to read the meter!"
"When a promise has been made here, there is no turning back"
What you're in for
Is a dude who sins more
Than the average person, catch me lurkin' wrapped in tinfoil
All you bastards bursting my bubble, I grab the big sword
And zap you to another dimension, mention me at your
Celebration of life, you die by knife
I slice through motherf*ckers with these sharp ass lines
I bite through a motherf*cker, it's about that time
To shut your f*ckin' mouth and finally listen to my rhymes, for real
So when it's all said and done and you realize I'm a genius
Deleting heathens with a flow that can be deemed the meanest
You'll find me dead in the room, it'll be caused by demons
Three years of Pest, the trilogy's been completed
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"Who's he?"
"Pest!"
"He's a pest"
"Pest, pest, pest"
"Pest! Is that your name?"
Yeah
I eat, sleep, f*ck, and f*ck the game up
These other rappers acting like they f*ckin' came to save us
I won't front, I spend money rather than save up
I won't front, I won't back into the walls of anger
These motherf*ckers are torturing me
Totally rolling over explosives, I'm morphing to Jesus
These other suckas keep hawking to see
My Stephen Hawking seething armageddon of knowledge destroying peace, yuh
I weep to God while I'm reeking of pot
I see the facades, I see the mirage
I'm breathing ganj, defeating y'all
And I can definitely, infinitely end your whole squad
Picking weeds in my garden of life
Hold seeds in my palm while I sprinkle the ly
Sergic acid, I'm a bastard on a massacre
Laffy Taffy rappers need to put the camera down and handle sumn
I'll end your life with a pen or a knife, you choose
And when you feel the embers I light, you move
And when you steal the letters I'm typing, you rude
So lemme empty the semi on this white kid
I'm so excited, today's the shootin' spree
Stupid motherf*ckers are lucid dreaming when they on beats
Drooping motherf*ckers, I watered em but there is no seed
Roofie motherf*ckers, sleep on me, I f*ck em in they sleep
I hail from the town of Penfield
In the city of Roc, but I rock cities, I been real
You stupid f*ckin' rappers don't know shit about some sheer skill
I'm spinning all your heads like I just blew air on a pinwheel
So next time you pussies ask me for the feature
It's New Orleans abbreviated whenever I see ya
I just be sittin' back, suckin' down all the reefer
This Pest 3 shit slaps like what you do to mosquitos
Beat him
"What did she take?"
"Uh, speedball or snowball or whatever the hell they call it. Ya know, it's heroin and coke"
"Uh, no time for the old 'in and out', love! I've just come to read the meter!"
"When a promise has been made here, there is no turning back"
What you're in for
Is a dude who sins more
Than the average person, catch me lurkin' wrapped in tinfoil
All you bastards bursting my bubble, I grab the big sword
And zap you to another dimension, mention me at your
Celebration of life, you die by knife
I slice through motherf*ckers with these sharp ass lines
I bite through a motherf*cker, it's about that time
To shut your f*ckin' mouth and finally listen to my rhymes, for real
So when it's all said and done and you realize I'm a genius
Deleting heathens with a flow that can be deemed the meanest
You'll find me dead in the room, it'll be caused by demons
Three years of Pest, the trilogy's been completed
"Pest!"
"He's a pest"
"Pest, pest, pest"
"Pest! Is that your name?"
Yeah
I eat, sleep, f*ck, and f*ck the game up
These other rappers acting like they f*ckin' came to save us
I won't front, I spend money rather than save up
I won't front, I won't back into the walls of anger
These motherf*ckers are torturing me
Totally rolling over explosives, I'm morphing to Jesus
These other suckas keep hawking to see
My Stephen Hawking seething armageddon of knowledge destroying peace, yuh
I weep to God while I'm reeking of pot
I see the facades, I see the mirage
I'm breathing ganj, defeating y'all
And I can definitely, infinitely end your whole squad
Picking weeds in my garden of life
Hold seeds in my palm while I sprinkle the ly
Sergic acid, I'm a bastard on a massacre
Laffy Taffy rappers need to put the camera down and handle sumn
I'll end your life with a pen or a knife, you choose
And when you feel the embers I light, you move
And when you steal the letters I'm typing, you rude
So lemme empty the semi on this white kid
I'm so excited, today's the shootin' spree
Stupid motherf*ckers are lucid dreaming when they on beats
Drooping motherf*ckers, I watered em but there is no seed
Roofie motherf*ckers, sleep on me, I f*ck em in they sleep
I hail from the town of Penfield
In the city of Roc, but I rock cities, I been real
You stupid f*ckin' rappers don't know shit about some sheer skill
I'm spinning all your heads like I just blew air on a pinwheel
So next time you pussies ask me for the feature
It's New Orleans abbreviated whenever I see ya
I just be sittin' back, suckin' down all the reefer
This Pest 3 shit slaps like what you do to mosquitos
Beat him
"What did she take?"
"Uh, speedball or snowball or whatever the hell they call it. Ya know, it's heroin and coke"
"Uh, no time for the old 'in and out', love! I've just come to read the meter!"
"When a promise has been made here, there is no turning back"
What you're in for
Is a dude who sins more
Than the average person, catch me lurkin' wrapped in tinfoil
All you bastards bursting my bubble, I grab the big sword
And zap you to another dimension, mention me at your
Celebration of life, you die by knife
I slice through motherf*ckers with these sharp ass lines
I bite through a motherf*cker, it's about that time
To shut your f*ckin' mouth and finally listen to my rhymes, for real
So when it's all said and done and you realize I'm a genius
Deleting heathens with a flow that can be deemed the meanest
You'll find me dead in the room, it'll be caused by demons
Three years of Pest, the trilogy's been completed
Writer: Kyle Moran
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid