Jarren Benton - Spaz lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Live from the east side of GA Your throat got a date with this chain saw blade Don't be late I'm scorching, I cremate Create sh** that'll make you decay Hating a** n***a s** my D-I-C-K No hablo Ingles Word to Enrique Iglesias Grandmama pray for us You prey to us We roll it up and lace it up with Angel Dust And hit it 'til it strangle us No church in the wild b**h we Athiest k** a microphone You a f**ing maricón Can't kick his way out of a wet bag of styrofoam Bite the f**ing barrel, let you fire on Cut your f**ing face off and try it on Five greatest rappers Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan No, it's Jarren Benton with the nylon Stocking on his face and the xylophone Ain't no telling what pharmaceutical that I am on (I only did Jarren's verse. Maybe someone else could finish up the lyrics)