This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Now you don't want the smoke
Call me Mr.Fogmachine hatin' on me cause I'm clean
I don't know what you expect
Came on the scene you best protect your neck
When that moneys due I collect
I'm always coming correct
I'm blowing past your expectations
Yea I'm one of the best
Not saying I'm the greatest but there ain't too many left
Never gonna stop till I'm at rest
I'm a hard stock so you better invest
Gucci socks with the Fendi vest
That's a Fendi fact
Tell them haters lick my sack
While I'm stacking racks
Crowd packed from the front to back
Hopped on your track call that a highjack
This a message to our haters
Tell ya see ya later
I'm playing in the majors while you playing in the little league
You ain't hating you just envy me
Remember J-O-E
Don't forget the B
King of this yea I plan to be
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
Yea
We got the flow we got the style
You were always in denial
I'm your idol going viral hand me the title
Put your hand on the bible
Unless u wanna be my rival
Better pray to god
Better correspond
Can't pay for bond when I kill you
Cutting deep in your tissue
If you to push the issue
Best is what I wish you bitch
Keep my name out your mouth
I'll throw you in a ditch I don't care if you're poor or rich
I'll beat you so bad you need more than a f*ckin stich
I'll
Rip ya to shreds
F*ck ya mother in your own bed
Even record her giving me head
Saw your text and left you on read
It said
What's for dinner
Does f*ckin your mom make me sinner
F*ckin her so good she got a feature as a singer
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
Oh my god am I really going to be a feature
Not Rappers - Message to Our Haters Lyrics
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This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Now you don't want the smoke
Call me Mr.Fogmachine hatin' on me cause I'm clean
I don't know what you expect
Came on the scene you best protect your neck
When that moneys due I collect
I'm always coming correct
I'm blowing past your expectations
Yea I'm one of the best
Not saying I'm the greatest but there ain't too many left
Never gonna stop till I'm at rest
I'm a hard stock so you better invest
Gucci socks with the Fendi vest
That's a Fendi fact
Tell them haters lick my sack
While I'm stacking racks
Crowd packed from the front to back
Hopped on your track call that a highjack
This a message to our haters
Tell ya see ya later
I'm playing in the majors while you playing in the little league
You ain't hating you just envy me
Remember J-O-E
Don't forget the B
King of this yea I plan to be
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
Yea
We got the flow we got the style
You were always in denial
I'm your idol going viral hand me the title
Put your hand on the bible
Unless u wanna be my rival
Better pray to god
Better correspond
Can't pay for bond when I kill you
Cutting deep in your tissue
If you to push the issue
Best is what I wish you bitch
Keep my name out your mouth
I'll throw you in a ditch I don't care if you're poor or rich
I'll beat you so bad you need more than a f*ckin stich
I'll
Rip ya to shreds
F*ck ya mother in your own bed
Even record her giving me head
Saw your text and left you on read
It said
What's for dinner
Does f*ckin your mom make me sinner
F*ckin her so good she got a feature as a singer
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
Oh my god am I really going to be a feature
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Now you don't want the smoke
Call me Mr.Fogmachine hatin' on me cause I'm clean
I don't know what you expect
Came on the scene you best protect your neck
When that moneys due I collect
I'm always coming correct
I'm blowing past your expectations
Yea I'm one of the best
Not saying I'm the greatest but there ain't too many left
Never gonna stop till I'm at rest
I'm a hard stock so you better invest
Gucci socks with the Fendi vest
That's a Fendi fact
Tell them haters lick my sack
While I'm stacking racks
Crowd packed from the front to back
Hopped on your track call that a highjack
This a message to our haters
Tell ya see ya later
I'm playing in the majors while you playing in the little league
You ain't hating you just envy me
Remember J-O-E
Don't forget the B
King of this yea I plan to be
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
Yea
We got the flow we got the style
You were always in denial
I'm your idol going viral hand me the title
Put your hand on the bible
Unless u wanna be my rival
Better pray to god
Better correspond
Can't pay for bond when I kill you
Cutting deep in your tissue
If you to push the issue
Best is what I wish you bitch
Keep my name out your mouth
I'll throw you in a ditch I don't care if you're poor or rich
I'll beat you so bad you need more than a f*ckin stich
I'll
Rip ya to shreds
F*ck ya mother in your own bed
Even record her giving me head
Saw your text and left you on read
It said
What's for dinner
Does f*ckin your mom make me sinner
F*ckin her so good she got a feature as a singer
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
This rap shit started as a joke
Coming for your head neck and motherf*cking throat
Oh my god am I really going to be a feature
Writer: not dom, not joe
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