Jeff Blake [prod. by ESKRY]
Lyrics: Airing out your parties like I'm Jeff Blake. Talking shit but running cuz you're bitch made. Y'all just fucking jealous cuz I get paid. I don't need a gun, I'll pull up on you with a switch blade. Tell me, how my motherfucking dick taste? Got no time for beefing, that's a big waste. Stacking loaves of bread, you know I get it at a quick pace. Slinging dope like Scarface, bitch, I'm catching bodies like Jamarr Chase. Sick of this shit, man I'm fixing to run up on ops like Joe Mixon. I hear it all, boy, I got them connections like President Nixon. All your shots missing, you throwing them picks like Zach Wilson. Feel like Drew Brees cuz I shoot with precision. I'm throwing daggers, let's make an incision. Me and my girl are like Wanda and Vision. Balling like Herro, ain't scared of no villains. Track your ass down, it don't matter what distance. Pissing me off, then I'll cease your existence. Won't catch a case cuz there won't be a witness. Never forgetting, won't be no forgiveness. That's what you get for not minding your business. Blood in the snow, it'll be a Red Christmas. Your name off the hit list, got death on my wish list. I'm too fuckin' vicious, your souls are delicious. Always malicious, I'm cursed with a sickness. I'm real with this shit, what you say is fictitious. Lonely as fuck cuz you don't get no bitches. Drive to the basket, I ball like Miles Bridges. Don't wanna talk so don't act like you know me. I'm screaming AND ONE while killing your homies. Eighty one corpses, I feel like I'm Kobe. Roll with my forces, they calling me Obi. I am short tempered so back away slowly. You'll get dismembered then sent to the holy. Time X works fine, bitch, I don't need a Rollie. There's a Stark contrast, my new name is Tony. Got balls of steel like the Lombardi Trophy. My bad, it's silver, it's death I deliver. Play for the Chargers, this blood fill up rivers. A sinister killer, I'm making em shiver. Is that your liver? I'm taking a sliver. Don't flex on gram, never talk shit on Twitter. Destined for Hell cuz I hear Satan whisper. Won't be no warning when I pull the trigger. Might be a shooter, but my draw is quicker. Don't want this smoke, you should just reconsider. This ain't a joke, bitch, I'm serious. Think you can win? You're delirious. Leave my crime scenes looking hideous. Always stay dark and mysterious. Heard you talk shit, now I'm furious. I'll show your bitch ass what fury is. Back the fuck up, don't get curious. I'll let you know how it really is. Sick with the flow, no this ain't just a theory, kid. I'm speaking facts, I am never perfidious. Armed with an axe, my intentions insidious. Souls I extract, skin indentions ridiculous. I move in silence, I keep it meticulous. Put a blade in your ventriculus. Just back away, don't run into us. Rules set in stone like Leviticus. Go off the dome cuz I'm limitless. Y'all should stay home cuz I'm villainous.
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