Right Now

Right Now ft T-Mac Da Vinci

KARMA - SLIDE (MASTER) 44100 24

So it's me at fault?
alright cool
Let her hurl insults and be spiteful 
but it's about to be bye bye bitch 
when she meets my five five six assault rifle
Karen talking shit
so based on what my boss heard
fuck the customer
I'm going to my trunk to pump my mossberg and I'm dusting her
Bitch giving me this passive aggressive customer service advice is
about to experience every facet of excessive muscular torture devices
And she won't say shit
Mouth taped in my basement 
Now where are my vice grips and my beta max
I'm gonna tape this
Yeah I work Retail and I fucking hate it
You think this is some diss song naw we're so far beyond mentioning no vaseline
next customer to belittle my lisp and heckle me 
is receiving a free michelin,
gasoline & a lesson in necklacing
But this ain't appartide mind you
more like a Okinawa vet looking down the sights of a bar rifle 
You probably find me homicidal
But naw see (Nazi)
I think nothing short of a Shoa might do
Cause everytime a boomer asks what the tattoos on my left and right arm mean
It's got me shopping Google for unused cans of Zyklon B


It's all so cruelly spoken and toxic 
The way patrons talk shit on him
should be duly noted slues a walking with a shiv on him
the cars fully loaded I ain't talking about trim options
Nothing major now
Just laughs to embarrass me
Until you find that your seats are saturated in kerosene 
And I'm dumping tracer rounds into your Grand Cherokee
lets say hypothetically 
In like a fictional way
I 3D print a moterized offset slider crank with a high reciprocal rate 
Then press and glue that  
ruger ten twenty two that
lets just for now pretend has a beam
On it and a
One hundred and ten round magazine on it
A small switch and a battery 
All in minecraft of course I ain't talking about actually
But actually 
Man... That sure would be something ay?
I could sight it in at the target 
No the parking lot not the gun range
Like just the other day
I had this karen say
That if I managed money better I wouldn't have to work a job that I hate
But I live hand to mouth so
Bitch I ain't got no Roth IRA 
I just stroke my bone to online docs about the IRA
So though I may be broke at end of my days
I can still afford some nails and ammonium nitrate
Don't fuck with me
Relax Karen it's a joke it's not true it's cap
For now you petty dumb bitch
when I come to power your mass graves are gonna have
a heavy coverage of yeti tumblers 
your bones will crumble pop and snap under komatsu tracks


As for a Ken well, make no mistake a Ken isn't safe either
Let's uh.. lets talk make believe here
Say a guy purchased a
Cordless pressure washer at the home depot
Topped off the bottle reservoir with I don't know, two liters
of gasoline with a pinch of polystyrene as a feature 
Then precedes to
tape to the nozzle 
a spark igniter from a heater
Spray Ken down in a five meter arching stream of
Hell fire by his double parked beamer
What can I say, I'm a bit of a wet dreamer cause
Just the thought of his screams bruh
Makes me cum all in my sheets bruh
Which is a problem
I gotta wash em 
but I need the bleach to
study a body of research
involving ammonia to test if you breath worse 
and ideally put you
underneath earth
Yeah I'll put your stupid ass on a tee shirt 
with the text this fucking geezed up turd 
deserved to get beat up worse
you should piss on his grave it's at the dead faggot cemetery thirty third street east court
Now you can rat to my boss that I said some mean words you fucking pussy

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Playoff Jimmy

What’s up my g’s, my dogs, my people
That’ve been hearin’ me for way too long
And I’m uh, sorry about that but uh, you know
I can’t quit rappin’
I gotta make it, I guess, happen I gotta
Mix some shit like it ain’t crap’n
Everything don’t die slow
Try to hit me with the, tai Bo’,
But got a big ‘ol turtle shell
And I bring pizza wherever that I go
Do a lot of instrumentals but no shows
There’s so many people that I can no longer be with
But I just can’t be alone anymore
I can’t trust me by myself
God can’t trust my by myself 
I’ve got 3 knives’ stabs in my knees and my eyelids
Couple more weak lies ‘fore guys see how I live
Everybody dies in my eyes by when I’m there 
I’m just tryin’, I’m just tryn’a finally shine clear but I be
Tainted by all the weed of course
OCs, the kratom, the alcohol, what more?
The Zyny,the coke, believe me I’m ghost
I try to be somethin’ better but I am dreaming at most
I’m outta time, baby
I don’t know why I try baby 
I don’t know I don’t know why I continue to try, baby, yeah yeah
I don’t wanna be here

I’m losin’, I’m messin’ up all my keys lately
I’m just endlessly tired dog
So bloody and tired dog
Put a controller in my hands 
Let get the frick up outta here
I don’t got no sibilance of energy
I’m dying, it’s weird, I’m wired it’s clear

Beautiful sky when it crumbles
And it falls
It got my hands tied back
Against the wall
Get little playful so I tumble
And I crawl
I’m running’ for the ,uh 
I’m runnin’ ‘till you call me 
Baby, was it you I saw here?
Call me
Lately I’m just tryin’ to save me
Ain’t you sorry, baby?
I’m the oldest one, eh
I’m the coldest one yeah
I can’t hold this one yeah
I just wanna go soon

But I ain’t clean yo
Clean

Ooh ah it’s a new, tuca’ 
I’m new, ma, look into my eyes
I remain the same true guy I was from right out the gate 
But you change, muthafukka
And you cain’t, recognize my fuckin’ name, anymore 
So you say that I have changed but you can’t realize that you di
Look into my eyes
You’s a Judas
I don’t wanna lie, baby
You knew this
You knew this, baby
Don’t lie to me
Why you lie, why you always gotta lie to me?
Lie to me

I’m goin’ crazy
I’m feelin’ preem
I’m feelin’ Wonderlove with the peeps yayo
Yayo
I don’t got nothin’, cuz nothin’s really me
I’m too ice, baby, to the lice and the fleas in my spine now
I need time now
Things that I could to get a lot more energy
Then won’t see people in this booth cuz I crease the beat
With my tooth, the truth, but what I really speak
Isn’t for you—for me—I gotta tell you the truth homie and
I was made to stumble
I was made to fall
Only made to crumble, crush against the wall
I was made to rumble, I’m made to go all-out 
Beat my head against it all and feel the fallout
Homies are the people that are dyin’ out
And I understand, yo
I’m your boy, yeah
Not your man, yo
Gettin’ pumped now
I can’t hang, yayo
Baby it’s the same, yayo
I came up and I went straight down
Chasin’ for the sky
The rule of my town
Do I know why, yeah yeah
I just wanna drown
In the sky baby longin’ for the, for the ground
Six feet, baby, talkin’ real dirty to me now

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