The Mattresses

Lyrics

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League] [Intro] Duck and Cover!! A hundred button men on the street, twenty four hours a day. The Turk shows one hair on his ass he's dead believe me! [Verse 1] Either my Identity's sealed, or my enemies killed Either way I need to have my hennessy filled I call the war the mattresses cause I put rivals to rest Several different positions, tempur-pedic, five bullets in their chest They think that I'm a pawn, but I'll beat em at their game of chess Eliminate the competition until nobodies left Oh sorry? I didn't hear you correctly At first I heard the insults, now you saying you respect me You're getting snot all on my shoes, bout to be brains all on my walls Kick the support underneath to watch a king fall Fuck the Cannoli, leave their brains splattered on their car seats Dirty cops pull me over asking where my AR be Like oink oink motherfucker, I don't fuck with the pigs I chew them out, even the Muslims thinking I'm sick Murder you with your mistress? That's the breaks And your wife knew that you were hitting it? That's the breaks Your son knew that you spit in it? That's the breaks Ruined reputations always make all of the difference [Hook] We got a hundred goons, we gonna put your ass to rest Have you sleeping in a coffin until I last the rest War, regular showtime, such a strategic feat Until it all goes over again and history repeats [Verse 2] I got sent fish wrapped in newspaper today I guess a bunch of motherfuckers wanna send me to my grave Jokes on you, you may have forced my boy into some swimming lessons But I went into your kid's daycare and shot him with my Smith & Wesson Bitch, you know I got no chill, I bring the heat to your crew Death will set you free, you know the freedom's the truth Fuck all of this politics, my representative? A lot of clips You know who the Mack Apostle is, start the Gatapocalypse All of this standards shit? I will take no part of it I'll be in the fucking game at least until Tha Carter Six If you wanna start a war then go ahead and place your pieces But when I master strategize you better pray to Jesus Why the fuck you coming at me and then flip on some double standards? Wanna talk hard then be hard? Better put on the bandana If you want to start a beef then you better believe I will do anything and everything that's hidden up my sleeve [Hook] [Verse 3] Listen, I've done tire of all these fucking games I done shot so many goons that they all look just the same I have no remorse for the mafia, I put that on my name They say you gotta wait for the drought to pass before oncoming rain I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of patience I've resorted to kidnapping and tying up in the basement My own guys look at me wrong, but think to the past I've been chewed up, spit out, stabbed and shot in my ass Like how the fuck you expect me to be the messenger of sole truth I put rivals in the pine box, like Sonny at the toll booth Put em in concrete shoes, watch them slowly sink Smoke a cigar and drink while wearing a mink Fuck it, I hear people talking like I'm crazy But I'll do anything to win, even if it means drowning babies Shoot you like a film reel, ya'll bastards are actresses Put ya'll motherfuckers to rest, call this shit the mattresses [Hook] [Outro: Priest & KANE] Kane, do you renounce Satan, all his works and all his pomps? I DO