BEST OF JBIN

Produced By: Lion And Prime Productions

Lyrics:
Is this real, 'cause I thought I was supposed to go further;
I still have dreams where I'm on stage and I leave shows murdered;
So much at stake it's a burden;
But they don't show no concern n';
I try my best that's why I'm hurtin';
But theres still a fire inside like heart burn n';
It feels like I'm not gettin' what I deserve thats why I'm fucking cursin';
I know how to make a verse just great;
But what the fuck is the point if it's just a worthless waste;
I got no time for it anymore 'cause I'm workin late;
Tryin' to keep food on the surface of my plate;
These motha fuckas act hard but under the surface their just fake;
I think at birth someone cursed my fate;
But for tryin' to fight it this person's brave
So who say's these are illusions;
You, just being a nusence, cruisin' for a bruisin';
I'm a mother fuckin' Dr. Suess that's ruthless;
2 cents says that I'mma be hugest;
I don't got much of a crew bitch;
Turn this the fuck up, let's bass boost it;
Whether your chillin', or cruisin';
'Till the day I die I'll be ill with the music;
I choose to rufuse to abuse it;
Say whatever just to give some amusement;
Just don't confuse it for bein' stupid;
Any track I'm on man I rip right through it;
Fluent and I knew it from the start;
I had to get into rap and imbue it with my art;
Before they ruin what's left of the spark;
And we're left in the dark;
So I'm running for the light in the coming of the night;
And I wonder was like this for everybody;
True comin' through to the mic;
Is everybodys life a never ending fight?;
Or just some of us;
Well, I know at least one of us;
Fuck it, some are just lucky;
This must be hell so I wonder what's above me;
'Cause this place is gettin' bumpy, rugged and ugly;
I don't like people so I moved back out to the country;
On the mountain, I belong close to the clouds;
n' It feels like the countdown's on;
Better bow down when my foul style spawns;
I'm now drawn to the light, but I'm hell bound, aww;
Too bad, so sad, write another rhyme in your notepad;
Take your stoned ass back home, you don't own rap;
Hang it up like a phone or a jacket on your coat rack;
That's dope but no one even knows that I wrote that;
Rhyming ability, 'bout the only thing I don't lack;
No one hears me, man it's like my soul's trapped;
But I'm someone nobody's gonna' hold back;
And I wonder;
If I fall will somebody catch me?;
Naw, 'cause nobody's listening;
Raw, everytime I'm spitting;
Rhymes are glistening;
Shine while insisting;
I'm fine, but I'm not;
In my mind I'm on top;
And these lines cannot stop;
'Till the time I drop;
I defy all odds;
I'm bio-logically awesome, but I'm boxed in my thoughts;
I'm tryin' not to be nauseas as I get lost in my conscience;
Oh my god this is non sense; 
No progress acomplished;
n' It's hard to digest, should I just stop?;
I think not, I'll continue the journey of miles I've walked;
In these 11 1/2 shoe size I bought;
But being alone is the only prize I got;
If I stop, what's left of my pride is lost;
I should squash these imposters;
Show 'em all a true monster;
Who conqours everytime he stomps his feet;
Honestly, when I get on that chronic I'm a beast;
Combat, you don't want that, please;
You don't wanna be in the place I'm droppin' bombs at;
On your knees
Took this shit serious since I turned 16;
Hattman was created, have you heard of him;
He's emerging see, it's an emergency;
He's turning into a person, a being;
And he lurks in me;
A circus freak, runnin' in circles tryin' to work his speech;
Searching for a purpose beneath;
Insert verbs then burst in the scene;
To go further then he, ever could've dreamed;
And one day maybe he gon' break free;
I know I been gone lately, It might of made me crazy;
These retards portray me as lazy;
But I don't care just stay the fuck away from me;
If you got shit to say to me,
Back away, 'cause you don't wanna' play wit' me;
Slay you with the shit, bitch your wit's weak;
This shit's deep, I'm a fuckin' giant, you're a pipsqueek;
I'm higher than the entire nation in the 60's;
I just switched the flow, goes to show;
Hattman could strike at any time, I fuckin' told ya so;
I'm climbing my way up to the top of the totem pole;
Without a sober flow, that's non existent for me don't ya' know
I'm a walking alcohol overdose;
Used to have a frog in my throat, 'till I spoke;
Now look out, 'cause my mouth spits fluid rhymes out like a spout;
Holdin' on to the mic for dear life, I won't let it go
This song's for everybody who's still losin';
Stuck in the same place, but makes great music;
Or whatever your doin';
Don't give up on your dreams or they are just illusions;

Illusions

Insane Asylum Feat. Hattman

Thanks to Sinima Beats! 

Lyrics:

(Verse One Jbin)

Stop prolonging death
Wont stop until you go and get your wish
On top of this bitch 
Is where ill stand 
Cant wipe your ass when your too full of shit 
Switch lanes in a gangsta rage flip da page
Deliver ass woopins on the side getting paid
Although really I’m just broke as fuck
Only thing I got left is a bag of bad luck 
Flourish like flowers then wither
born inside of a sinner
frozen so cold never know 
stuck in the snow in this hellish of winter
no escaping I’m living my death
rippin apart this pain from chest 
they say cloud 9’s overrated so I get a liberated 
when my art form helps me rest  
I am the wicked one 
They callin me from above 
I ain't no saint 
Down below in the dirt as I belong 
what ya Doin me wrong cant you feel the taint
tinted you black in the sky 
shutters that folded your eyes 
keepin you all in disguise 
so demons that want you won't rise 
I cheated the style of a toe tag 
like When I pulled the trigger and the safety was on
I couldn't figure out if was a fuckin sign 
Or if my prayers were doin me wrong
Fuck it maybe I’m just dumb
There's poetry in pain when you stare in the sun 
Drinkin liquor getting numb till the morning come 
Fuck no lies  no more my soul is gone 

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Two Hattman)

I've been ready to die for a year;
The only thing stoppin' me, is the rhyme in your ear;
I designed it half violence, half vibrance;
Infact I am, past vibin', mask hidin' my face;
Mad 'cause they turned a blind eye to my chase;
Now I'm in this rat race, half baked;
Tryin to find a way to escape in the bass;
But I can't get away from the paper chase;
It needs to be set to a safer pace;
I stay faithful and grateful to rap;
But it's painfull to know that I ain't gonna blow;
With these thoughts that'll pop off straight from the dome;
N' you're probly never gonna see my name at show;
Man I feel like I'm livin' in the rain n' the snow; 
So ya know what I do, I spit rage on the flow;
Grab the reigns, here we go, am I insane, I dunno';
Maybe you could tell me;
It's dark and it's hotter than hell be, why won't no one help me;
I bet I wouldn't be so alone if I was wealthy;
Shit, maybe I should make an LP;
Stop being so stealthy, but I can't stop hittin' up the LC;
'Cause if I had to bet, music is my only life after death;
N' I'll be spittin' 'till like half a breath is left in my chest;
I confess, as I let these lines congest, I possess mad skill, that's ill;
Im as rare as a Tarydactyl, we kill 'em, mawl like a bear attack will;
You ain't gonna bury Hatt, you ain't where we at;
You don't look in the mirror n' see death starin' back
Defeat, I ain't scared of that
I been defeated, depleted, I needed it
Now give me a motha fuckin' beat n' I'm eatin' it;
When I get on a motha fuckin' mic I do more than speak in it;

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Three Jbin)

haunted in your fuckin house
tip toeing all around the halls
screaming from the one you love
as her name in blood drips down the walls 
nothing more pretty from blonde to red 
makin her my widespread
revenge is a pretty thing
don't fuck with it or you'll drop dead
this side of me constantly 
depriving approval all while
inside of me my pride is fighting
stronger it's crucial
show no weakness with no pain there's no gain and then fear your chance is gone  
show no fear for the demons that feign your soul and beyond
I might of been a sinner when i wanna get arid her
eating motherfuckin innards 
with a side of ordered liver 
sight of my presence makes you shiver 
cold as ice my flow delivered
dark as fuck you are my dinner
bodies sold for the gold to the highest bidder
don't run for i come with the quickest trigger
masked man with instinct a fuckin killer
the patience that we obtain
is not gained by by lack of obedience 
but weighed through wars we wage 
and conquered inside our own mental stadiums 
falling through the ground
hoping to not feel his evil breath
for my sins i now must drowned
knowing there's always life after death

(Chorus Jbin & Hattman)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death


Life After Death Feat. Hattman

(VERSE 1)
shiver close...
whatchu wanted in life isn't what u got out the most
the struggle ahead give it again friend u try to pretend
the fact of the act of you wishin u were dead 
i know...
everything u fuckin felt 
the blade to the skin 
rockin the gray to the belt
saying this is my last time i feel this shame
i need to direct my pain onto something more that i'm about
i'm not crazy 
i'm really not fuckin crazy
but my child upbringing 
has  got me acting all phasy
leaving me with bruises black and blue
don't tell me how hard your shit is 
cause u don't know what the fuck i'v been through
bitch i said it before and imma say it again
i gotta heart of gold I'mma see this shit till the end
even in tears even in loss of my breath 
imma fuckin scream till my vocal cords got nothing left cause

(CHORUS)
this shit no shame
i'm shit don't blame 
why am i so crazy?
cause i got one life to pop 
the top of this rap and rock the house

(VERSE 2)
I feel ya when i say u got secrets that your ashamed 
sexually abusiveness dammit it there is no easy way 
is that to open i dunno i feel like i shouldn't say
but fuck it too bad if my feelings make turn the other way
i was just a kid bitch but you took an advantage 
i should have managed to savage your fuckin face up like cabbage
i'm just a man now who's been broken and fuckin damaged
sitting here in sadness feelin so disadvantaged
don't hate...
me for what i am 
i struggle for everything in my life
don't give a damn
i act bizarre sometimes just fuckin weird 
thanks to alcohol most of my friends have disappeared 
imma a beat down baby so can u fuckin blame me for liking the booze 
wanting to lose the memmories that im forced see
i wish i could forget of ever having god dammit no wonder i feel so depressed and crazy

(CHORUS)
this shit no shame
i'm shit don't blame 
why am i so crazy?
cause i got one life to pop 
the top of this rap and rock the house

(VERSE 3)
this shit is over the top
i didn't wanna drop the flow
but this my therapy
i gotta let it go
my mamma said goodbye
so many years ago
drop me off with my luggage at the end of the dirty road
iv had next to no one here i am growing old
still so alone pretty soon my name will be unknown
like i said don't tell me how you've had it so bad
your preachin to the choir u don't no the meaning of sad 
all i got left now is Hattman with all my raps 
and workin it out to be the best fuckin dad 
fightin through court battles
trials for child matters
i shouldn't have to fight tooth and nail
with shit actors
but i do and i must 
after time settles dust 
imma be there the way that i want
whether u like it or not i do not give a fuck
till then i'mma keep rapping and rapping i fuckin must

(CHORUS)
this shit no shame
i'm shit don't blame 
why am i so crazy?
cause i got one life to pop 
the top of this rap and rock the house

What Never Was

True Story Feat. Hattman

Afterburn

New song made for Jesse's new video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv3KPB9Xssk  

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Off the Grid

Lyrics

Verse 1:
You may not know my name
So in case you didn't I'mma let ya know
Just give me a second though
Let me wreck a record with every breath n be left alone
Tokin' cause I'm always stressin being treated like a steppin stone
Addicted to the rap shit like methadone
I'm just tryin to get my method on
This is what I'm destined fo'
Even though I'm in distress
I sound like a professional
Rap is the lesson Hattman's the professor yo
I keep comin' back with a better flow
I ain't ever lettin go
'Bout to get my rum n' I'm about to get some dro
Gotta get it goin' bitch I'm more than so-so
I don't wanna keep it on the low no more bro
Get your fuckin head ripped off in the dojo
Oh no!, oh yes Codys so stressed
Codys so blessed to remain so fresh
If you expect the best then I'mma give you no less
I get no rest flow until my throat strept
My coast slept
On me since the beginning
I get tense when I'm venting my feelins
So I get so high that I'm entering the ceiling
My flow is intense and appealing
I said I'm a villain
I kill, kill it for real just for the thrill, thrill of it
Ill still I get 'till nobodys feelin it
The flow militant I stay diligent
Until a generation of intelligent people accept me
And I'm made relevant
It's a fucked up world I just wanted to excel in it
Spittin with the rhymes spinnin like a propellor kid
Oh! the flow elegant why ain't I sellin it
I'm seein more bars than a felon is
through my life when I fluid write
Ain't no way I couldn't do it right
Now what the fuck is it that you wanna do tonight

Verse 2:
I write raps and rap right just like that
Comin right back with a blunt to light that
Just point me the direction a fuckin mics at
I step outta the background n act foul
Make you cry later if you laugh now
I attack, the tactics is fast rap lips
with some adlibs
Back to back tracks exactly what the facts is
Pullin Hatt trcks
The force of my spitt'll make you do backflips
Leave you with a couple cracked ribs
Listenin to Hatt's shit
Will make you wanna chop somebody up with a hatchet
Time, I'm just tryin to pass it, goin bat shit
I'm outta my mind doubt I'mma find
Peace on this route of mine
But I'm tryin to escape with what I design
Fuck I'm defined
As an alcoholic sad lonely piece of shit
It's right on the money, I don't give a fuck eat a dick
The one nobody care for therefore the one you can't prepare for
Smokin blunts 'till I'm airborn
Music is what the fuck I'm here for
I think I figured out what they stare for
Stupid jealous ass fucks
See me and think they wanna act tough
Make me wanna laugh ha
They can hate, nobody hate Hatt more than the Hatt what
I'm so far ahead of 'em they'll never catch up

Higher (Remix)

Remix of Catch Me If You Can by Jody Breeze

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I'm tryin to get as lit as I can possibly get
Stumble around my property n spit it properly sick
Hip-Hops gotta take me to the top
Get me the fuck outta this bottomless pit
Nobody wanna follow me n now I'm hollering
Upset 'cause no one gave a fuck yet
But I don't re-gret anything I ever said
I do this for the benefit of Hip-Hop
Rollin' up everything I got in the Zip-Loc
Feels like I'm runnin outta time tick-tock
n It's got me ticked off
Run out of a liquor store leavin it robbed
What do I got to give a fuck about?
10 fuckin years I stuck this out
Nobody wanna listen to my fuckin mouth
Now I'm buggin out
self destructive, dealt with fucked shit
Never really had help with nothin
So I don't care I've no fear
Learned at a young age that lifes no fair
A feeling that most share
It's my fault I've been aching
But I've been awful patient
I drink myself into an altered state then
Get into an altercation
Bounce a rock off their face n now the cops are chasin
I escape on foot with my mask n cape on n they all shook
I don't give a fuck
No I don't give a shit (oh no)
Catch me if you can
Motha fuckas you ca suck my dick

Verse 2:
I can't stop, no I won't quit
But I don't know why I still do this
This'll never get me outta here
Cause I ain't gonna fuckin say what they wanna hear
runnin outta beer n the rums gone
I'd rather spit whats on my mind then some dumb fun song
The reason I speak the mind
Is so one day this life I can leave behind
n If I go too soon they'll know that he did try
Right now nobody but I believe in I
I'll bleed to redefine rap
we need more people like that
Cause y'all turned pussy like some feline cats
It's like I make a bee line when I read mine
On the north east side
People sayin why ain't he signed
If ya can't catch up then ya better rewind
Feelin feverish n evil
He ballistic killa bee in this bitch people
Speak as if they equal
He sadistic, lethal
Feed the misfits ego
Not gonna give up with each flow
Haters got a big mouth n deep throat
They don't know I scale a steep slope
Rewards I never reap those
Still re-e-represent the east coast
Hatt's gonna spit the motha fuckin raps 'till he's ghost
Yup that's the motha fuckin path that he chose
My demons I can't defeat those
So the beast rose
Now I unleash it for more than just to release flows

Catch Me If You Can (Remix)

Produced By: Hattman
Lyrics:
Look, everything's good
I ain't from the hood
I came from the woods

While I linger on earth it stings n it hurts
But I wanna be remembered before I sink in the dirt
So I write until my fingers are hurt
I quit the cigarettes sure
Still need a bigger cheque's worth
Just to get outta debt
But it's payday so now I'm wrecked n how is that smart
My anger makes me loud n act hard with the rap art
Tryin to wake up cause my dream is off to a bad start
Insomnia led to a coma, oh my god
I'm so high I never had a sober thought
Clever never copped like a photo shop
I was takin shots like I was Robo Cop
If someone says I'm so-so I'll rip open your throat n smoke your pot
Maybe I'm a little bit over the top
But I just wanna be close to the top
Before somebody closes it up
I'm weird, I know but I was supposed to be fucked
So roll the weed up n start blowin green stuff
If I fall are you muh fuckas holdin me up
Sorry I dont mean to go n erupt
But yall know that I am totally fucked blowin trees yup
Smellin it over seas, what!?
You kinow there ain't no helpin a
Lyricist whose message was set to self destruct

Chorus:
I'm walkin on clouds n I'm fearin I might fall down
You are now hearing a spirit from a lost realm
Appearing in your halls with his balls out
Goin all out with a raw mouth
Not givin a fuck about whatever falls out no doubt
I gotta throw down some bars
I dont know how I can sit n spit for hours
With particular prowess and articulate balance
A wiggidy-wordsmith
With or without a verse to friggin rehearse with
But I figure I'm cursed Biiitch

Verse 2:
I dont give a fuck, I dont give a rat's ass
I'm past that, I'm just the cat's ass
I'm doin me this music means
More than some cash stacks
I'm morphing as I speak
Destroy it when I rap to the beat
Laugh at defeat I always get back to my feet
This my passion ya see
Never wack with a speech
I'm like Dracula comin back for ya accurately
Stay out the way
Ya throat I might grasp with my teeth
Kill 'em all, still I'm raw I ain't gonna change
But I will evolve higher than the ceilin y'all
Feelin tall n I'm still a villain dog
Rhyme spine chillin
I'm willing to use all my time to be quite thrilling
They'd rather be vibe killin then to support
Maybe 'cause I don't talk much, more of a thinkin sort
That's why I rhyme sharper than a ninja sword
As I venture forth
This is something you should turn your attention toward

Chorus:
I'm walkin on clouds n I'm fearin I might fall down
You are now hearing a spirit from a lost realm
Appearing in your halls with his balls out
Goin all out with a raw mouth
Not givin a fuck about whatever falls out no doubt
I gotta throw down some bars
I dont know how I can sit n spit for hours
With particular prowess and articulate balance
A wiggidy-wordsmith
With or without a verse to friggin rehearse with
But I figure I'm cursed Biiitch

Spirit From A Lost Realm

Verse 1:
This is elementary like L-M-N-O-P
Hell is sendin me to defeat n deplete all enemies
I'd have to be decapitated for you to get ahead of me
I'm never leaving these mutha fuckas are edible like fettachinni
n I'm gettin kinda tired of never eating better believe him
I am forever heating up leading up to freedom beam me up
bought some rum n weed n I can see me being fucked
Whats to discuss I'll just cus
It's time for a lift up
Smoke a whole lot of this stuff
Are you ripped yet?
Shit yes avoid me like a piss test when I fuckin spit this
suck a dick bitch
You be like "What the fuck is this?"
None of ya business, none of ya's vicious or fuckin with this shit
I hate to be so simplistic
But sometimes you got to, fuck you
You don't wanna see me erupt do you?
Fools I will crush you

Chorus:
Oh you know me smokin them blunts
Oh fa sho I toke two at once
They all write like they're dunce
A bunch of fuckin dumb cunts
I pour some rum in my cup
So now I don't give a fuck
I smoke the herb to vegetate
Then write the rhyme to educate
Hattman spits the verse thats fuckin up your mental state

Verse 2:
Makin' it look so easy this is my cup of tea
You're outta your fuckin mind if you think you can fuck with me
I may be the sickest crazy with this
I'll leave rappers embarressed like their parents showed their baby pictures
Nothing to do but spit amazing scriptures
Mixin up elixers n I get this
Overwhelming urge to emerge then get nervous
Mentally disturbed if you ain't heard what the word is
Flows hotter than a furnace gets Ha!
Yes sir it is, my cockiness probably got you more shook than turbulance
I dont mean to be blunt but I'm burnin one
It's what I get encouraged from
Even though my style sure is shunned
Maybe cause I'll gladly say that you're all stunned
Straight fuckin dumb
I spend a lot of weeks to descend upon a beat
I fall a lot but when I land its always on my feet
My feet hurt from fuckin walkin all day in the street
Honestly you'll get schooled
point someone out as bomb as me
I'll hit the muh fuckin chronic then write something astonishing

Elementary

Rules (Remix)

A short remix of the song Seven Chakras by Ces Cru

Seven Chakras (Remix)

A remix to the song Retaliation by Jedi Mind Tricks

Retaliation (Remix)

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I got a contaminated, katana blade I hand made it
You'll need more than a bandaid 
I am faded in your damn basement
I stand naked ready to chase like my man Jason
Straight outta Crystal Lake, uh I been waitin'
So long I just can't take it
The feelin I can't shake it
My intentions are blatant
Give a fuck about a fan base
You'll never see ya' man make it
But I'm ready for war and I'm never leaving my station
Until I'm depleted of hatred
There's something I like about what go bump in the night
Keepin me company's what it does for me
In this dungeon called life
While I'm pumping your wife
Gettin a blumpkin tonight
You think I'm saying this just for the sake to jump on the mic?
If you call me a mother fucker,
mother fuck I just might
Shut the fuck up
I'll cus until I come to the light
The fuck you gonna do, when I'm coming to life?
Get me some rum n' I write
I'm summoning someone inside
Start running everyone of ya die

Chorus:
If I act like I don't need nobody it's 'cause I don't
I rap like I leave 'em bloody, cut ya fuckin throat
I'm a little nutty so don't think that I won't
And I ain't gonna lose that won't be how it go
I smoke a lot of dro, I'm sippin bottles alone
I'm gettin outta control, This aught to be known
Tryin to find inspiration and pick it outta my soul
To rip me outta this hole, before I slip rot and let go
Oh No!

Verse: 2
Oh no, oh, oh, oh no
I don't wanna be personified
My persona fried
Bonified lyrical killa
If you wanna ride
Every line a homicide
That's what I do on the side
Using my drug induced modified iconic mind
To try to find a way to plot a rhyme
All the time
While you rappers tell a lot of lies
Thinkin you're dope cause you're vocals are harmonized?
Nope, ya aren't
Time to focus on your art
If you don't mean what you say, then don't take part
No sunshine today, no it's gon' stay dark
Okay, no way, you just broke they heart
Cody don't play so I hope folks stay smart
My jokes are just to coax
No hoax I stay sharp
Everybody claiming they hard, movin' weight
I just music make in the graveyard
Don't think you can take Braveheart

(Chorus)

Verse 3: 
Creeping in your backyard
To slash and then laugh hard
Proceeding through the evening
Like an Ol' Dirty Bastard
Wu!, Do you grasp parts like that?
Quicker than the flash with the raps
When I'm sipping on the flask
These new rappers are faggets
Take the dick up out ya ass
The plan of attack
Is still stacking lyrical ammo in fact
You don't want to clash with the man with the mask
And the rum up in his glass
Tipping it back to get the gift of the gab
The kid get lifted wicked with it
Ya catch a shit kickin fast
Lit the spliff to get to bliss
Then spit what I writ in the pad
I'm distant but efficient when I'm scripting my craft
What a malicious catastrophe
Vicious is what I have to be
So no combatants can baffle me
Can't imagine you magically matching me
So I live ever after happily
Laugh at me then I'll bring out the cavalry

(Chorus)

Oh No!

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LYRICS

(verse one)

gotta stop the hatin 
haters hate my dick 
it's spits fire like satan 
you think babe you've had enough 
fuckin and shakin and breakin her leg 
fuckin take it like a monster n ravenger
I fuck hard to the top 
got my dick fuckin up N stabbin her
you be the Lucy 
I be the Mac 
mackin on this bitch 
back tackin & sackin & stackin
in the the back 
where you ain't no comeback kid
you be the candle 
I be the wind 
I'll put out your fire
along with your innocence
ain't no pussy like a fuckin fisherman 
I roll through town like a monster truck
blazin in my path highway to hell
this shits gotta be hot as fuck
you was sent from god
sign from above 
fait to destroy my faith
does this must include 
the deconstruction of the fuckin human race 
while cardiac arrest was still sittin on debate
we both know it was just me sent to the wrong time and place
time travella bedalzza ya high as fuck floatin in open space
I'll kill this mic CSI be forced into a cold case
while mother fuckers still see how suicidal I am 
when I got this master plan right in the palm of my hand
along with words of wisdom
put the piston into ignition
grab my pistol n whip em
we'll be seein who miss em
I speak of fact and not fiction
I take this loose pussy N fist it
my dick will be your addiction
and there ain't no fuckin restriction
fuck food, fuck school
and fuck me and fuck you
droppin this beat off in jump street 
I'd say you gotta fuckin attitude
it's okay you you can't take it like a man in your own ways
I'd envy me too
if getting your dick sucked ment gettin paid
that's a secret you gotta take to the grave
or I'll take a skillet and peel back your face 
in hell it's your soul that must be saved

(verse two)

call me doctor Satan 
step into my operation station
if it's vacant 
if it's occupied stop and wait 
while the bass drops I'll chop your face off
and rock the nation
mother fucker you ain't shit like constipation 
if it's any consolation 
you can see my name up in the constilations 
I'm a star in the dark
been that way since the first weed spark
Cody's heart is made of iron man Tony Stark 
what I represent on earth is the moldy part
have each and every limb
on your body pulled apart
everybody's screaming we can never win
heads are what I'm severin
I'm just melevelant
but I don't exist without a shred of evidence
nope no sir I'm not hesitant
I'm a menace
this is just stupendice shit herendis yes
so do you comprendez bitch
I'm havin a mental trip
I'll be fine but every time my head dents a bit
either me the pen or the pencils sick
I think it's me I'm sensing it
you don't even know
but my mind you just entered it
wow what a scary place
this is hell no perily gates
demons run the church it's fake
we've been lied to by a dirty serpent snake
no matter what you think or say this verse is great
if your asking why I rap this way it's probably cause I'm cursed okay
you already no my fate it's Kurt Cobain
my face is full of pure cocaine
looks betray but I'm full of rage
my rein it will sustain
my brain is almost fully trained
anger is my middle name
I'm a little strange and I act like it'll be contained
then I wake and don't remember a thing
surrounded by blood mounted high up 
shrouded by black clouds but
it's the cats meow, WHAT!
"Hatt you sound fucked"
don't like it don't listen to it
it isn't stupid this is fluid
you are who is ruined and you knew it
we're more then hard to kill
we're going hard as hell
your body disapears in the mountain up in Harbourville
then your served fresh at the next bar N grill
I'm hungry yea I'm starvin still
fuck with me and karma will alarm ya
are ya like stupid sir
I'm a white Lucifer
goosin 'er
mind spaced out like Jupiter

True Story Feat. Hattman

Jbin

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