MOLLASSES 2.0 Lyrics

I wanna warn you, before i get started

The shit i'm fixing to say is unfiltered and is unguarded

I gave you faggots a chance and never responded

Redo that fuck up of a bar that you concocted

Be realistic, you are not sadistic

You have no logistics

Not even showing signs of creative characteristics

You are not a real nigga, jawnie is a mythic

So How are you a critic?

End hoes, apocalyptic

I the jawn

Am a wonder

Getting bread

To feed my hunger

Youse a nut nigga

Where's the butter

And they get jelly when i eat niggas for supper

(Wait, you guzzling peanut jelly sandwiches for supper?)

No bitch, i eat rappers when they try to paste another

They secretly in love with me, they praying on my downfall and my come up

But i'll stop eating niggas when the suns up, ah!

Little hoe, yous a tool, you know?

Couldn't find waldo, and waldo's the flow

So they reading dictionaries, all in all, bitch don't compare me

I'm kory to kenshin, spooky, scary, do you get the pictionary

Bitches checking on me 'cause im I C Y

And niggas hating on me 'cause im I C Y

You bitter bitches super jealous, i see why

Got niggas saying "damn that nigga icy, why?"

Be realistic, you are not sadistic

You have no logistics

Not even showing signs of creative characteristics

You are not a real nigga, jawnie is a mythic

So How are you a critic?

End hoes, apocalyptic

I'm capable of teaching them how to rap, let's sign them up for classes

Hating mother fuckers rocking it out, i drag 'em all, they blast it

They can't be the skiez because i'm fast, you slower than molasses

Keep talking ya shit you gone have bearers to carry ya casket

Let me check my drip

After, ima hex a bitch

Checking out my checkings but these bitches never checking shit

Somebody better call on fix it felix, how i'm wrecking shit

Yes i does the dash, so incredible like jackie bitch

It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault, it ain't my fault that i'm better than you

I said it ain't my fault, just take that loss, you went up against a boss, and now don't know what to do

Woah, Yes i'm popping and i'm topping never stopping on you hoes

And if i'm popping, then i'm shitting, dropping droppings on you hoes

Big three, hood rich kiss, cooking on the stove

I know i'm bad like michael J, but tell them hoes leave me alone

Thuggish thuggin on the net, but wouldn't say it to my face

Jawnie in the party , get the fuck up out my way

(Birdie) birdie you a joke

I ain't ask for an opinion, ion know why he spoke

Be realistic, you are not sadistic

You have no logistics

Not even showing signs of creative characteristics

You are not a real nigga, jawnie is a mythic

So How are you a critic?

End hoes, apocalyptic

I'm capable of teaching them how to rap, let's sign them up for classes

Hating mother fuckers rocking it out, i drag 'em all, they blast it

They can't be the skiez because i'm fast, you slower than molasses

Keep talking ya shit you gone have bearers to carry ya casket

Nigga