Jazzy Snizz, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Jazzy Snizz knows all the people in the sky

Jazzy Snizz knows how and when you will die

Jazzy Snizz knows all the people in the sky

Jazzy Snizz knows how and when you will die

Jazzy Snizz

Jazzy Snizz, Jazzy Snizz

Lose my balls, Lose my balls

I love you, Jazzy snizz

I love you, Jazzy snizz

Snizzy Jazz knows all the people in the sky

And they're always asking when never asking me why

when the Snazzy Jazz Joozes on the people who died

When the Jazzy snazz kills all the ones who are alive

1,2,5 Jazzy snizz is alive and

All the People sigh when it comes into the light

And No one knows when the black will turn white

Because Jazzy Snizzy will always thrive

Jazzy Snizz Biz Hiz Rizz Snizz Bizznizz

His Is Pizz and it is what it is and

Fast Pass Eat the grass Last Glass something like that

Hat on my dad while I pat on the cat

And 36 pick up sticks Extra Hits, I love it

Blazin hot, I may not, It is hot in this garage

Banger Stuff not enough, 16 songs, really long

Jazzy Snizz is super strong, It will rock you all night long

When Jazzy Snizz dies

Let there be no light

When Jazzy Cries

No more mister nice guy

Jazzy Snizz, Jazzy Snizz

Lose my balls, Lose my balls

I love you, Jazzy snizz

I love you, Jazzy snizz

Let Jazzy Snizz dance

Let it prance

Let it Snizz all in your pants

Let it rise

Catch it

Never release it

Unless it starts to hurt

Then that's not Jazzy it's the twin

Bazzy Bizz

So you better run away

Cause if Bazzy gets you

You will feel pain

In your brain

Make no mistake

He's not a force to be trifled with

And take away his phone too

Cause once he figures out how to phone his friends

He'll throw a party

And make you the piñata

And be like yadda yadda yadda

More like nada... nada nada

And hit you with a freaking baseball bat

So if Jazzy's good and Bazzy's bad

Where does that leave us

The singers, the creators

The writers, the fools

The ones who brought this evil to yous

We're running straight to Canada

And never looking back

Cause this collective of words

That barely rhyme

Can't go on much longer

That'd be a crime

To do that to you

We'd never do that, foo

So let Jazzy and Bazzy turn you into food

And let us escape, to a higher plane

Called Canada

It's higher cause it's north of us, yo

I realize now that wasn't self explanatory

So take our testimony

We won't return!

When Jazzy Snizz dies

Let there be no light

When Jazzy Cries

No more mister nice guy

No more mister nice