Tabs - Now Yous Can't Leave lyrics

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Tabs - Now Yous Can't Leave lyrics

Hahaha, Whatup yall. Taboo, Bad karma, Dead Rabbits, NoFS. And this is most definitely Some FS. You know what i'm saying this is that Drake sh**. Yea i said it, Drake. That's what you people wanna hear now a days is soft core sh**. Sick to my motherf**in stomach. f** it, enjoy the ride You got some twisted logic, this ain't hip-hop this is pop sh** You flamers look like you raided my little sisters closet And like my sister, you got some sweet sixteens That should, only be played at a sweet sixteen That's why I'm sickened to my stomach every time I hear a new song I'm at my limit another minute of this gimmick, would be too long You swore that you're hot but you're not even luke warm Heaven knows you couldn't step into some soul without a shoe horn You're a disease in it's true form, I think we need a doctor Cuz you catered your music, to 12 year old teeny boppers I, need some vodka your songs are gonna make my head explode Surrounded by trash feel like I'm on a Horders episode No individuals, only unoriginal's so I'm unimpressed You looking for that broke mold well go hold your f**ing breath What a mess I guess you're the voice of our generation Cuz every word stated is regurgitated replication I'd give a good god damn if you got the hood locked fam You want us to take it lying down that's something I could not stand We need to change up, you wanna know why this game s**s Cuz you're f**ing garbage a bunch of artists using the same paint brush You don't say much, these b**h MC's are gimmicky Took the like out your simile's so I don't like your simile's These flames get extinguished, so relinquish your kingship In plain English, you can't be king cuz you sing b**h you ain't distinguished, who you think you impressing You got your spot from all that co*k that's lodged in your intestines Oh...my, I think I know why you've been stressing I'm my own man And you an invention of Jim Henson's You're on some FS as if you didn't know I can't take a man seriously when he dresses up in women's clothes This kid is slow ain't got the testes to test me Like Jada said you never learn "how to be a emcee" You heartless f**s belong in a garbage truck cuz you're straight trash Whether it's Drake or Weezy or Baby or Nicki with her fake a** I put my fist through your face cuz you disgrace the art form I know crippled puppies that are far more hardcore than ya'll four And you should be ashamed of yourself The way you immortalize and glorify the fame and the wealth But, enough's enough I am sick you're f**ing up the vibe with it And I blame the fans for being dumb enough to buy your sh** My words are fatal, so I'm able to burn up these fables I'll beat em with a technic 1200 that's how I turn the tables My, time is now every minute I own it Desensitize my sense of time so I live for the moment I'm a, different opponent a rare breed I don't air breath Everything is not what it appears you don't know where them stairs lead Make these f*gs bleed when they trampled in a stampede You shoulda left when you had the chance, but, Now Yous Can't Leave...