Jermetrap

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I came out the pit
With a hundred-round drum on my lap
All black with the mask
I pull up with the stick
Hillbilly backwoods motherfucker with the hunger for the come up
And we been in this bitch
Repping 252
Eastside, chicken fried from the guttah
With four hoes on my dick
Trench coat lunatic
Crucified in the crypt
With a slit on my wrist

I've been praying for my luck to change
Looking all night for some strange
Cadillac creep up the block real slow
Got my heart bout to beat out the cage
Fuck a bitch boy, you a chump
Blow your door off with the pump
Face full of lead
Leak red on the bed
Rolled up in the back of the trunk
Already betting on never
Forever is bullshit
I can't stand the pressure
It's better to shred up my heart in a blender
So many bitches like I can remember
The blow on the table like it was December
Got my brain overloaded with the dopamine
Nothing flowing through my veins but amphetamines
Pushing out the fucking demons that're inside of me

Me and KC just a couple dope fiends
Back at it like crack addicts
Rush on the scene
Two underdogs with their minds on massive dreams
We taking the throne like we play for the Mavericks
Success at all cost, we'll deploy any tactic
Greedy as hell, dominate every facet
Won't lie down to sleep till they place us in caskets
Immortalized so we buried in gold jackets
We packing heat, always down to cause havoc
Go harder than A in both Goran and Dragic
Take over the game like we're Larry and Magic
Ingrained in our DNA, comes automatic
Could pop off whenever
My finger so spastic
You can take cover
The scope got you plastered
No escape route
It's too bad for you bastards
Aim lethal like Mamba and fadeaway baskets
Natural born killers out here cleaning clocks
We disposing of all garbage rappers like trash men
Set the stage
We the new kids on the block
Now erasing stale memories of wannabe has beens
Grew up with Triple 6, Mask and Da Glock
While we screamed Break Da Law
We Ain't Playin' with you maggots
So tired of corruption
We'll never be free
Unless we declare war on these pigs like Black Sabbath
I swear it seems my whole life I've been problematic
Stay drunk, and high, and spun
Oh, shit! That's a hat trick
I don't fuck around with chicks unless they're acrobatic
Got em in bed, legs stretching out like Mr. Fantastic
Breathing hard as an asthmatic
Love the way her body look in doggy
Oh lord, she a bad bitch
My dick hard, but my flow smoother than the spot where the back of a thigh connects to a flat ass cheek

GET DOWN (prod. by KCMasterpeece)(Official video link in description)

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Oh, yes
Oh, yes
I guess I got my swagga back
Was down and out, my shit was wack
I fell off of a cliff, where I was made in the abyss
Y'all wrote me off, but I've returned
And now y'all bobbing like a big girl's rack
Addictive as the dopest crack
They wanna hear my songs again
Repeat on every single track
Lyrics more seductive than the ass and tits on Christy Mack
Confidence I do not lack
Spreading legs like jumping jacks
Bounce from chick to chick like Randy Marsh on top his nut sack
I'm here to stay, and that's a fact
Should've seen me on the ledge before I jumped
Impossible to fathom where I landed at
I've been through Hell, but I'm intact
I'm focused, ain't got time to slack
Was forged in the fire
The Devil took my soul for a contract
My only goal's to be the best, to cop a multi-platinum plaque
Disposing of the opposition faster than Hussein Barack
My exactitude is absolute
Ya boy on point like thumb tacks
Every line I drops the bomb like they fell from above Iraq

Sick and tired of being labeled
Block out the bullshit
Pull out the toolkit
Wrap my arm tight with a cable
Laying pills out on the table
Wearing hoodies when it's warm
Cover scars up on my arms
Happy endings are just fables
My brain chemistry is unstable
Swigging down Seagram's
Peaking off three grams
I haven't slept the whole weekend
Shut my eyelids with a staple
Sippin sizzurp like it's maple
I'm A g like Silver Sable

Smoking hydroponics
I'm sipping gin and tonics
I got ya bitch in my bed, and she's bouncing on it
Got four or five bricks, but I'm sitting on it
Life sucks, then you die
But I'm shitting on em
This is a demolition
Of my inhibitions
Tear that pussy open, got her screaming like an exorcism
Cooking crack on the hot plate like you're still in prison
Worship money and the power like we got a new religion
I'm ready to blow
Kick in your door right off the fucking hinges
Dirty money flowing through my bank account like politicians
'Cause I'm still itching for that twenty spot
Call me RoboCop
I'm looking for reasons to pull out that glock
And I'm begging these fuckers to shoot off of a shot
Sike, I'm not that fucking trigger happy
I'll just call up Shaggy
Bringing out the fifty cali
Watch him blow your head off while I'm smoking on a phatty
Let my dog lick your brains off the concrete like "Good girl, Sammie"


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Big Mike x KCMasterpeece - Pancakes Yo (prod. by KCMasterpeece)

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Pain, pain go away
Don't come again another day
I brought some pills out to play
Chutes and Ladders in my veins
Let's co-op and play a game
Level up my dopamine
Fully trained in chemistry
Cooking dope's my specialty

We're coming for the payload
Staying up all night on yayo
Love the booty thick like JLo
You dudes ain't got any huevos
While y'all scrambling for eggs, y'all piggy banks constantly hurting
I'm focused on bacon like a crackhead peaking through the curtains
I was meant to be a god
They said I'd never make it
If I have to squeeze the trigger to win, I ain't hesitating
Something supernatural about that boy
He levitating
Over all the corpses piled up
God damn, I'm so amazing

I don't even care if Heaven exist
Pacifist exorcist while I co-exist
Banging them lines off a bitch
Got the itch for a fix
Suck you dry like a tick
I can handle them bricks
Tell them little motherfuckers that they had their fucking chance, and they blew that shit
And they blew that shit
I don't look up at the sky no more
I don't need a fucking dime no more
Never gonna tell a lie no more
I don't even wanna die no more
I can feel it deep within my soul
I won't even shed a tear no more
What's the need to even pray anymore?
You couldn't give a flying fuck for your boy

Deceive me with your fucking lies
(It feels like I'm a god, it feels like I'm a god)
Massacre me from inside
(It feels like I'm a god, I've become a god)
There's no need to apologize
I'm a fucking god 
Now bow before me
Get on your knees and let me see you bleed
Let me see you fucking bleed!

The arrival of Backwoods been heralded by prophets
The scrolls sealed away in a tomb lost for eons
We're coming for y'all, so roll out the red carpet
The sky lights up in a flash loaded with xenon
The christening declared by seven brass horns
An altar glows with blood, thus the genesis neon
We cannot dispose all the lambs from the start
For what's a kingdom built on without any peons?
Them boys cold as ice, gave their souls to the game
Their veins loaded with dope and the points laced with Freon
The groundwork the cathedra sits laid upon a broad slab of brimstone
The musk stronger than Elon
Y'all sweating so hard a fat kid could not match doing suicides with a thick layer of fleece on
The temperature rising 'cause they bring hellfire from the depths of the earth
Y'all light flames can get peed on

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