Termanology - Jon Doe Flow lyrics

[Hook] Most official, my first [?], the f** you thought? This road is gritty, this hard, this dish Bar for bar none of y'all f**ing with me Jon Doe flow, I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag [Verse 1 - Reks] Let's get this sh** straight, poking out your chest like you 6'8” Barber shop, line up these rhymers with the switchblade p**y perpetrating like they pistol [?] It appears n***as' fears is here, flow crystal clear Yeah buddy, no Harlem Shake or Dougie, just a [?] Hanging from a bungee, king of underground, but not Bun B Lingered in the [?] town, men will shut us down Thugs around, Lawrence, thug town, whatever you want to call it Drama all it ever amounted too Wanted to get and prove I belong elite status, these rappers average And the industry some motherf**ing nappers Futon mattress, spit elastic, zigzag-ish Not to brag but I'm sort of a big deal [?] B, flip the collar, a la Fonzy When it's gone be We can keep it cool, calm, collected Get the Reks with respect or get the beast n***a foaming at your neck [Hook] [Verse 2 – Ea$y Money] This is not that forbidden food, Kendrick and Cole sh** This is k** everybody, Kendrick Control sh** My men spit ferocious Put me on the track it's f** friendship, you know this I'm k**ing y'all all, I body bag cats when I jump in the booth My soldiers all lined on the front and we shoot When I spit a verse Imma make a n***a feel like I dumped in his roof And he slumped in his coupe, it's bout bars You a**ume it's common sense Now n***as be tryna battle with accomplishments This cat was raised back in the days when they used to rap amazed Now they tryna get by cause of their accolades That sh** is corny homie, that's a fact Picture Jay coming at Nas with a stack this fat [?] with [?] with a platinum plaque They done told him that sh** whack, take that sh** back my n***a [Hook] [Verse 3 – Termanology] You want to play games Like an a**a**ination outside my pay grade That got goons barely out of 8th grade that spray crazed Run up in your spot, pour acid in your baby's crib Make your grandmother give me head while we take a sh** Pull the U-Haul truck right up to your kid's school Take the whole cla**, throw em in a piss pool f** the world, hope a comet drops on your f**ing house Shattered the earth to pieces, my dogs off their leashes Go to war with these rappers, cause they're the f**ing weakest I been the best KFC for with all of my releases Ain't a motherf**ing thing changed buddy I treat every match like [?] rings to me I'm a king, you a peasant, make your b**h slave for me Make her tat my name on her and piss on your grave for me You a lame to me, have my crusade get the flames for me They ain't playing, they'll throw you in the back of the Range for me I'm a mastermind, you better respect my war strategy Kidnapping em, I'm Bin Laden with bombs strapped to me Actually they should shackle me cause ain't no match for me Incredible Hulk, destroying anybody pa**ing me f** an innocent bystander, we fire hammers [?] rappers that are battered and take their body for ransom I don't give a f**, f** rap, take off the mask I'll body you in real life, zip em up, body bag [Hook]