SUCKAZ ft. The Bad Seed & ProdbyDin Lyrics

Murder ya with a turn of phrase

But got certain ways

That probably lead to an early grave

My girl say that I should learn to pray

But I don't talk to God

I'm a be in an awkward spot at them pearly gates

Since I learned to play

I've been pitching perfect games

First time I heard that Purple Tape

I almost burst in flames

Here to earn my place

No time to waste on a rehearsal phase

I'll murder the stage before the curtain's raised

Bad Seed and ACT-1 on a track together -

That shit is Top 5 Alive - future, past or present

Y'all talk a big game - Ernie, Chuck, Shaq and Kenny

We classic era, like Orlando Magic - Shaq and Penny

Not being petty, just being brutally honest

Your music made the venue feel like a funeral parlor

You could drop that project, but truly

Why would you bother?

I couldn't give a fuck if Rihanna threw me a condom

Death upon these phony rappers

Who keep postin, but no one asked em

We just scrolling past their posts and laughing

Talking bold in their captions, but when it's time for action

They don't show up, like vampires when you photograph em

(Fuckin Suckaz)

Loads of rappers who keep talkin, but no one asked em

Bloodsuckers belong in caskets

Talking bold when they rappin, but when it's time for action

They don't show up, like vampires when you photograph em

Beard scruffy, the male version of Buffy

Vampire huntin all these leeches who reach and discuss me

Read their reviews, I say its cool

It really disgusts me

Either they living under a rock, or on drugs

They must be

Bar work - I'm from where niggas was really musty

Spit in front of hostile environments and we lookin dusty

Bloody razor blades, I'm cuttin you if you touch me

Stake through your heart, you just bleed to death

That's if you lucky

Bad Seed, 6th Man shit

Skills - I lack none

Say a Hail Mary, you coming for me and ACT-1

Murder scenes galore, for sure, I'll reenact one

Whole Stu is Dior, naw, this ain't cap gun

Shells hit his spine like BRRAT, now his back done

Somebody call me an Uber 'fore I attack son

Some people call me a shooter, but I ain't THAT dumb

But I'll come through your computer to get the track done

Instagram has loads of rappers

Who keep talkin, but no one asked em

We just scrolling past their posts and laughing

Talkin bold in their captions

But when it's time for action

They don't show up, like vampires when you photograph em

(Fuckin Suckaz)

Loads of rappers who keep talkin, but no one asked em

Bloodsuckers belong in caskets

Talkin bold when they rappin, but when it's time for action

They don't show up, like vampires when you photograph em