Lunchbox [V1]

Album cover art for "Lunchbox [V1]" by The Jet Age of Tomorrow & Jay Cue

The Jet Age of Tomorrow & Jay Cue - Rap

Lunchbox [V1]

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[Intro] Uh, salute the fucking, yeah [Verse 1] Y'all couldn't hang with me if I lynch you motherfuckers All lightweights, I could bench you motherfuckers Better wake up from your dreams like I pinched you motherfuckers Assassination from the shadows, it's tipsy, motherfucker Yeah, it's hunting season, and have your favorite uncle bleeding Mother pleading, screaming cause I stabbed her in her stomach region Listen, hoes, better hit the road when you see others leaving Rumor has it, Jay Cuе's killing people for no fucking reason It's funny causе you niggas think you killing it Get a few plays, now you feeling like you did some shit Put your hands in your mouth, hold your tongue and listen quick You weren't real fans if this shit was a fishing trip It's on my wish list, to hush up all you fricking pricks So you'll end up with missing lips, if you refuse to zip them shits Yeah, as the box begins to thicken You poor motherfuckers are just another addition [Hook] Treat you niggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox Welcome to my lunchbox Treat you niggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox Welcome to my lunchbox [Verse 2] As my hunger grows in capacity Citizens scatter rapidly, in front of and after me But you can not be mad at me cause it would be a tragedy To hear the blasphemy of saying "This is not a masterpiece" So please just, ease up For you are surrounded by so many pyramids you think it's Egypt So go ahead, step in our path While we do a fuckin hundred with our foot on the gas, bitch You lowly residents are merely just a pestilence So tell me what a peasant is compared to my excellence Yeah, that's absolutely nada You niggas couldn't kick it if I started playin soccer How you gon' stop a, nigga spittin lava Over beat fatter than sumos eatin pasta with lobster? Be careful if your mouth begins to pop Murder won't be considered, I'll just drop you in the box [Hook] Treat you niggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox Welcome to my lunchbox Treat you niggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox Welcome to my lunchbox

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Credits

Writers
  • Matt Martians
  • Pyramid Vritra
  • Jay Cue