This Is The End

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bad Newz] Too many kings, not enough crowns, the circus left town And forgot the clowns, colorful suits with bozo's boots Jumping through hoops, juggling fruit, these rappers is cooch' Masking your douche, clitoris lips, your gimmick is chips, dressing like Prince No respect, metro sex, throwing up sets It makes me vexed, middle sex like the county On your head, a bounty Claiming you pump keys, make G's, begging Leedz to perform At the Middle East, retards in leotards, chia broads What's next, nose jobs? The Lipo? Like Michael? That's the light bulb, I been a maestro since [?] Unlike you typos, blood type is Type O Moment of truth, you ball and get loose Platinum noose but your mobile is boose On the caboose with a beat-up goose Sipping a deuce, y'all a fluke, a scam Rub the lamp, shazam "Gangster I am" said Sam, Green Eggs and Ham Dr. Seuss, I could shoot a gat and cook crack Spinning on my back with a fish tank on my hat Swinging a bat while lighting a match And these are the dudes who put the Bean on the map Never busting a strap, be cool with your cheap jewels Ten karat chain, using music in vain Stay in your lane, I drop shit like I ain't been potty-trained Lyrics are paint, simple and plain, mention my name They'll be chalking your frame, Boston rappers is lame Identity theft, comic book crooks with nursery hooks While performing, you're shook I guess thugging's a good look when you put it in your rhymes Be cautious with your lines, my dawgs empty .9s You cowards repping my city, but you ain't from my hood You live in a ward, same school, different class Meaning you dudes is ass, meaning your jewels is glass [Verse 2: Slaine] Meaning you dudes is fags, this is a few and a half minutes of Sermons from the mass, a menace of mass ministers Masterful massacre crafted from sinister minds Genesis since the beginning of time There's always been snakes, thieves, liars, envious ones I'd rather outsmart 'em, why will I pretend to be dumb? I got a semi-automatic gun, six figure hustle game Only getting bigger now, who wanna come and muscle Slaine? New York is the rotten apple, this is a bloody Bean We move on the radar, there ain't nobody seen Nobody move, nobody get hurt Fuck it, stand still, I'm still spilling blood on your shirt I'm still ill and a real villain, chills up my spine I'm still getting thrills, pill and bills stuck to each other Puffing nickels, tucking .9s in the glovey It's no wonder why 5-0s hate me and the hoes love me I'm the prettiest ugliest motherfucker with his nose bloody They'll say I'm pretty ugly, the whole city love me This is vicious dope sickness, death wishes, no witness This is show business, I been to Hell too [Verse 3: Jaysaun] What can I tell you? I ain't never met niggas more pussy I smell you, full metal jacket to the straightjacket, holmes Put me in Bellevue, first stop at the LQ I can ghostwrite for you, I don't think that it'd help you (Uh-uh) And one time niggas almost felt you I'm a G, you a flea, I'm so sorry dawg, we gotta melt you Play the cards that was dealt you in this Casino war You're the cancer in the game, that's what the chemo's for Your armor's chinked up, I see those flaws Prostituting on the internet, I see those whores Willy D said you gotta let a hoe be a hoe So silly-me for tryna stop a hoe from being a hoe (You know) Jaysaun's raw, what you expect? I love drugs, love money and sex, that's DMS, okay I met Keyo, you got a problem with us? Then lay low Or your next kangol will be a halo You can't rap, you a rat with a fake flow And I'm the torpedo, made your whole boat sink slow I never write nothing, I like to inflow And you a cheap copy of me, we made it at Kinkos Nicer than us? I don't really think so Throwing everything at you, even the kitchen sink, holmes