Caliber Beats Productions - #JERSEYSKITZO lyrics

[Intro: Roger "conscience" Ramos] So, this first part goes out to all the parents All you mothers, fathers who love your kids Keep them away from my music I promise you, you will thank me later Ha, ha, ha, ha! [Verse 1: Roger "conscience" Ramos] If I were you, I'd lock my child up, confined in solitude 'Cause I'll light the kid on fire and invite you to the barbecue You better listen now, motherf**ers, or I promise you You're gonna come to find he's on the news or on a noose If he jamming to my music, I'll give him bad habits I'm a bad influence Simple b**h-slapping, open fire on some school kids When it comes to rapping, possibilities are numerous I raise the motherf**ing bar along with hell, so, don't step to me, rook I'm leaving rappers impaled with my deadly hooks Desiigner, Uzi, Meek Mill be especially shook! I look at XXL as just a recipe book Your lines dispense nothing but an embarra**ment All my rhymes intense like they're Native Americans Dinnertime has commenced, and every rapper I'm tearing at dies in hospital beds I'm leaving rappers asparagus Yeah, I'm a motherf**ing psychopath I'm John at the sight, Ed Gein with the craft You guys think I'm lying, but I promise I'm mad Jeff Dahmer's surprised by the rhymes that I rap Walk alone in the night, and you'll hear my laughter If your phone rings, I suggest you answer b**h, step to the mic! Come get your dreams shattered I'll steal the light, man, I'mma jack o' lantern Get up on my level, it's the 13th floor Yeah, no matter what, you'll never reach or ever see it, bro! You will lose your damn mind in the elevator, yo Man, Elisa Lam tried and look what happened to the hoe! This Halloween, don't fall asleep 'Less you wanna see your poor mama bleed Come follow me on this ride, you see I gotta lotta treats for you tricks to eat [Outro: Roger "conscience" Ramos] (Sound of child laughing) That's right, come here, come here Get in the f**ing van! Get in the f**ing van! Get- (door slams) (Sound of owl hooting)