Left4dead Lyrics

When i rap i eat them like a wing, ding dong

The decibels gone kill them, rnb, sing song

My names a bell, you never got the ring

They watch the jawn so when they see me, ask the jawn to do the thing

Yeah hoe, I'm coming at your throat, i'm inevitable

Give credits, i'm incredible, niggas ain't credible

They wanna bite off, but jawnie not edible

The haters gone compare but they know that i'm better though

It's about six rap niggas, two of them is whack niggas

Two of them is followers

The other two are fat niggas

I snatch niggas, something like my waist

They making mad noise, chitter chatter what a waste

A waste of breathe, a waste of space

Spitters are quitters, they begging and craving for jugs taste

Playing you all, and left for dead, get erased

And replaced, i leave no trace, i wipe they face and clean the place

A waste of breathe, a waste of space

Spitters are quitters, they begging and craving for jugs taste

Playing you all, and left for dead, get erased

And replaced, i leave no trace, i wipe they face and clean the place

I just really think it's funny and it's crazy how these niggas claimed they paid me

I'm just saying how it's "fuck the jawn" but watching from afar

Who you are? goofy broad, graham kay, wichita

Click, pose for bazaar, so bizarre, I'm a star

They not in neutral so i'm pushing my pen, just like a car

While you listen in your cellar saying "damn what a bar"

And besides food, tell me who you eat in particular

Are you dumb bitch? does nothing click in your vallecular?

So if we talking flowing you the one that should be listening

But everybody knows you bitches think I'm speaking jibberish

I'm fucking bitches up with all my cadences and synonyms

Niggas up eating me, that's backwards, antonym

No you cannot handle me, handling all this masterpiece

I heard these niggas is dogs, take your pad and leave

But i don't even check for them fags, so why you asking me?

You should worry 'bout your skills and where your daddy be

He party with jawnie J, shook when they say his name

Cook, when he spitting make them look, get a book

Can't hang, youse a lame

It's good that you look up to me, but don't get fake in public when my flow is what you took

You're overlooked, if you was wondering

I'm back up in my bag i think it's time i have some fun again

Pulling out my guns and then

Got these niggas running and i check off every box and while i pass, you bitches flunking it, goooood damn!

A waste of breathe, a waste of space

Spitters are quitters, they begging and craving for jugs taste

Playing you all, and left for dead, get erased

And replaced, i leave no trace, i wipe they face and clean the place

A waste of breathe, a waste of space

Spitters are quitters, they begging and craving for jugs taste

Playing you all, and left for dead, get erased

And replaced, i leave no trace, i wipe they face and clean the place