Pain In His Life

Lyrics

[Intro] Padded Room, February 24th Joebuddentv.com We up niggas Internet soldiers I hope this nigga fight better than he can diss You lose in both arenas, home and away, you like the Knicks They call it fucking Slaughterhouse for a reason, nigga Joey, nigga, fell for the trap, woo Told y'all Uh, Joey Nigga fell for the mouse trap Nigga put cheese right on the mouse trap You came right to it, dick Look, look, look [Verse] It's like a lose-lose, already my rep ruined How I beat dude we know will accept losin'? "Underachiever" was a underachiever Almost thought you would come with the "Ether" I know he got niggas in his camp like, "spaz on him," gassin' him Bafflin' him, real talk, some don't wanna see ya That Scram shit'll put both hands around ya neck Said you better get ya head fucked from under the cleaver I'm the one that'll beast ya You got a gut feelin' you hot (Me?,) I think you can't stomach a fever Can't think of why a wack nigga want it with me for I leave my mark on you like it's one of ya features Nigga, ask how it feel to have Maino's face I'm way ahead man, this ain't no race, stop playin' I'm the bomb with the pen, I'm more like a bomb with no pin How the fuck is Saigon gonna win? He a loss of interest, talkin' 'bout my son is senseless So I make sure the dude can't see, smell or hear Can't touch, can't taste, now he defenseless 'Cause ain't a bullet in this world he can bench press Speak Tahiry, I'ma speak Austin The one that'll suck ya dick if you flossin' Game old bitch that everybody was tossin' The one that you literally begged for that abortion So we both gone wild Said, we both love hoes and that's just our style But Sai if you think it's different, my nigga, you goin' senile I just kiss mine and yours is the mother of ya child, blaow Shots peel at ya entourage Nigga couldn't get a deal on Entourage So like, how is it harder to be me? If I lose in real life, but you can't even win on TV? Me I'm probably iller, probably wit' gorillas In ya lobby with the shotty and chinchillas, you a rapper or a bodybuilder? I'll have him in the E.R With Doc trying to put him back together like a bodybuilder Please tell me why dude Just Blaze signed Can't even get a bassline outta Bassline Look at the new kid sounding stupid Nigga, I made Just more money than you did The nerve of the loser Keep trying to hide weak ass bars behind the work of producers In the word of computers, is he M.I.A 'Cause he been fell off like Yung Berg on the scooter So him and his bas' flow need to lay low Couple red lights will ruin his whole stage show Then put him on my payroll How's he the Yardfather when I'm dictating where the grave go? Been years, he's taking L's still Turtle couldn't help him, maybe a shell will Don't look like a winner to me A small meal to a pitchfork, you lookin' like dinner to me Plus ya diss track sound like a beginner to me Ya whole shine's like a dimmer to me, fight who, nigga? You better know how we get it in Jerz Velcro his tongue, hope dude stick to his word Nigga, you'll be in an ally covered And you don't love the kids, you just wanna make us think that you Sally Struthers I'll pit you with the worse kind of men Dudes who become everything they condemn You would think that jail learned him a lesson Until he brag about e'rything he learned in jail Nah, I don't think his struggle was lackin' He did a long bid, came home and had trouble adaptin' Afraid of adulthood, has trouble relaxin' No choices, had to try his hustle at rappin' Here's a jewel, maybe you should put ya first disc out on Amazon Before you go fronting when the camera on And the poor fans kept the hope But prison was the only place he was next to blow So he calls me a fag like he homophobic 'Cause they had him on his knees like, "Homo, hold it!" Run around, be screamin', "Oh, don't poke it" It's a small world, how you think Joe don't know it? Guess there's where the lies get deeper He went in a tight end and came out a wide receiver There's bones in ya closet that you can't hide Fans know you went to jail, me? I know why Sai, you ain't brollic enough Somebody better play third wheel and try to stop the fuck 'Cause I'll put it in fifth gear, like who he gon' threaten next? Fill his whole body with metal, now he Weapon X Had the upper hand from go Shirt always off, how does it feel D'Angelo To get naked like a down hooker? My dudes outta town'll book ya Ya whole gangsta's brown sugar With no point to his vlog, had the world waitin' Flexing for 10 minutes like he had a girl tape him Just co-signed for you, said you had a classic Now he got no time for you, wrote you off on taxes Now he lonely, vulnerable, lookin' soft Tried to help him, I been in his shoes, I just took 'em off To put it simply, how can he offend me? I can teach 'em how to live real major on an indie So picture dude upsettin' me Stop complaining and take control of your own fuckin' destiny He blames radio, blames Atlantic Craig Kalman, but I can't blame 'em, they panicked Nobody scared he's like hockey Retired for a minute, came back and nobody cared So for me to take this serious, homes Get Mook, Loaded Lux, Jin maybe Serius Jones To help write your shit, make it brand and new If not, look for the nation who abandoned you Be mad at yourself and ask yourself You know I'm a rap giant, why Plax yourself? Dude went ahead, axed himself He cut off his nose to spite his face, Mike Jack'd himself Bryan, how the fuck you think lesser of me? When you easily the lesser MC Thought it'd be fun but that's deaded to me This point I'm battlin' my own perception, try and beat what's expected of me Nino Bless said you was a bull, too But I'm in widescreen, I ain't see that full view I know how ya ho ass felt Make it so you can't eat, put an extra hole in that belt Ain't a gain in site Cocoa Chanelle ain't the only nigga that'll put a pain in his life Dead weight, get ya head straight Cut the track off, listen to ya thoughts, checkmate