L-T - Ma**acre lyrics

Intro:- Yo, mic check, its StrayDawg. f** an intro , man! C'mon LETS GO! Verse#1:- Yo it's my first bar so call it the beginning of the end // I jump on stage and don't k** it ? Y'all n***as pretend // sh** so thriller call me a savage k**er, I'm barbaric // Trynna join the HipHop stream, climbin' this pillar hustlin iller // I come bursting causing combustion by my rhymes // I'd be in for a lifetime if bodying beats was a crime // Put a bomb in your girl's womb, f** her with a dog's dong // Or I could get her a Bamboo stick if she likes it long // My rhymes be strikin' at em' hard, tearing your heart apart // Get a knife and make up a couple of slices, JESUS CHRIST! // I don't say it with pride but you peeps don't match my specs // To you, my words sound complex and give you hecks // Cause everytime I spit, I make sure I go hard, like I'm a T-Rex // You b**hes ain't got sk**s, ask people, they know my drill // Goin be famous, like Benjamin Franklin on a hundred dollar bill // These motherf**ers want me to spit it slow, fu*k NO // n***a my frozen flows are better than your 100-GOs // Lobotomize you, mummify you and leave you to rot // Piss on the decayed fossils that I caught thats what i thought // b**hes I'm wicked, I already preordered hell's ticket // 'Sir, Are you up for this one sided visit?' Yes! I ticked it // Look at my ba**sack as I tell your girl to lick it // With her tits I'm playing cricket?!! f** that, Yo kick it // It's about time that I drive off the Grand Canyon with 6 b**hes trapped in the back of a Caddilac // You droppin' a track sounded whack like f**ing acrobats flipping their a**es on a gigantic jumping jack // Hook :- (x2) Yo, Let the game begin, but I am here so call it a MASSACRE// It's a lyrical a**asination of rappers, so call it a MASSACRE // You getting k**ed, it's not TRAGICAL, it's just a MASSACRE // This magical RADICAL causing this f**ing MASSACRE // Verse#2:- You n***as degraded stop your f**ing D rated sh** // It was just one verse and you have been raided // Your mind is faded like you have been heavily sedated // Yeah motherf**ers, its my 2nd bar and i said it as i laid it // I know you got a dick..up your a** (haha) // Im cold hearted like took a bath from frozen n2 gas // Skin you alive, cut out ur inners and eat em from a bowl // Shout out the D.O.G backwards, and call me S. God // Muthuf**as drink my dog's pee your are the Dawg's prey // Situation getting tighter its the arrival of sick rhyme writer // You're just a bunch of amateurs, you n***as immature, I'm mature// Yo I'm k**in' it, I'm sick and this sickness of mine got no cure // Putting you in a f**ing dungeon and lock it, pull my Glock out and co*k it // Noobick n******gs getting their heads popp-ed I got a f**ing limit and you should never cross it // Unless you got nothing to live for, yeah that'd be a f**ing sour // Man I'm gettin bored of k**ing these who*es // Dawg on the mic like d**h knockin' at your door// I just need a pen and a pad, I'll be writing my own fate // Seen many like you co*ks**ers, but kept the same mindstate // These sk**s of 9th grade? The won't fade they escalate // I'm just trynna not to get late to be great, mate // Look at em' rappers getting k**ed, it's a sad spectacle // Listen to these bars like its a f**ing lyrical miracle // That's right! I strike I'm kinda like Mike on a mic // I would just shoot you in the head // But it just doesnt seem right, Imma hold a bullet in my hand // And your head in the other hand, imma get a knife, put a hole in your // Mind, and imma put the bullet in it, get you 69 stitches (b**hes) // Hook :- (x2) Yo, Let the game begin, but I am here so call it a MASSACRE// It's a lyrical a**asination of rappers, so call it a MASSACRE // You getting k**ed, it's not TRAGICAL, it's just a MASSACRE // This magical RADICAL causing this f**ing MASSACRE // Verse#3:- No margin lines on this paper, no limit to these f**ing words // I'm insane from the membrane, tongue's like a crazy caged bird // These words be Samurai Swords coming out of my vocal cords // n***a talking guns and selling d** doesn't make you a thug // So some f*gs come to tell me who i am on my Facebook page // Show whatchu got, get your sh** together lay it down on a page // Taking ever single headshot like im on a f**ing rampage // I ain't aged but I'm fully grown I'm k**ing these newborns // Peeping toms who got nothing else to do but watching p**n // My pen? Man It's a Tsetse stinger, call me the d**h bringer // Get off ended, it's a rule fool, everybody gets the finger // Yo, I'll be DJ'ing and laughing right next to your coffin // n***a call this a ritual of real hip hop, I'm f**ing scoffing // Beware I know all your bullsh** motherf**ers I could be its exposer // Get yourselves a life and keep up with your own business losers // I say what I wanna say, if I offended you, sorry I can't apologize // Trynna' acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify // I'm banging these la**es in their a**es, never try to mess with me // Yeah I said never mess with me, cause I'll have a murder to confess you see // I k** n******gs as I pull em' triggers, f** em' haters I'm the greatest! Let's slow down the pace so these f*ggots could understand some sh** // Wanna wipe y'all off the earth's face cause you a disgrace to human race // Droppin' sh** so whack wanna get you dead ressurect you and k** you again // Spitting these verses they strikin' at you like irreversible curses, striking so hard you'd be needing doctors and nurses!