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Tick-Tock-Slaughterhouse EP
- ///Verse 1
- Yeah (Illa, Illa, Illa)
- Just gonna, write down my first thoughts, see where this goes
- 'Cause I feel like I could kill the damn world right now
- ///Verse 2
- Yeah, let me explain how to quit with the lameness
- 'Cause if you don't, you ain't ever gonna be famous
- Ain't no mumblers allowed, but mumble if you say shit
- 'Cause if I hear it, gonna take the words, shove 'em down your throat
- Sit back, and watch you choke, the same outcome as you on the mic
- Full magazine of knowledge, read, the knowledge 'll got straight to your head
- I'm savage, but I can't manage to hear you spit
- It's literal shit, shit, you getting it?
- No?
- Well pay attention, learn your lesson
- 'Cause my powers ain't gonna lessen
- ///Verse 3
- Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
- I'm sorry, hold up, what's your skill?
- Oh, nothing, so you're gettin' skilled
- Lyrically getting killed, guts just spilled
- Oh, bitch, "quit spitting 'bout killing"
- Man, who the fuck are you
- To comment on my shit when every single single you put out is shit
- Motherfucker, repent, 9 lives are spent
- So just try and keep up, if you don't, you're left in the dust
- Imma hit the thrust, get out of here, your bars are a bust
- So hold your dick, try not to bust and for once
- SHUT THE FUCK UP
- 'Bout my thick thighs, redirect your eyes
- Unless you ready to meet your demise
- Not here to compromise, you've got zero tries left
- You could say you're effed
- No one gonna survive, unless you're deaf
- I can see why people like Travis Scott, but not me, nope
- I don't roll the autotune, just not my flow, nope
- ///Verse 4
- Jam a mic down your throat
- Don't want to watch you mope 'cause you're not the GOAT
- Don't wanna hear the shit you wrote
- 'Cause I know it's not cutthroat
- Bitch if you was a boat, you wouldn't float
- You wouldn't get a single vote if you was on a poll
- And every bomb that you tote, don't blow, just fucking smoke
- Goin' broke, no more coke, now you're just a joke
- So take your cloak, get the fuck out before you invoke me
- The monster is sick of sleeping, I'm awake
- I wanna do some reaping, got your body icy
- Yeah, I'll tell you what I see
- Megurine gettin' icy on the M I C
- 'Cause they see me reloading
- And I'm 'bout to get going, so drop your shit after you take a piss
- Or get dissed, I will not miss when I shoot that bitch
- (Ooh ooh)
- ///Verse 5
- Well last week, a dumbass left a comment on my channel
- Saying that my writing makes me look I'm three
- And that I think flannel is drip, and that I can't fuckin' spit
- And added a link to the MMLP sayin' it would make me better
- (ooh ooh)
- I replied and told the bitch write a line or two
- Or get offline before my fire turns to you
- ///Verse 6
- So finger gun, Kelly with a man bun, Rambo with a bad gun
- Gonna make 'em cringe like I just made a bad pun
- I should scope in on everyone, ain't it fun?
- I've got 'em scared, see me, and they run
- Got the infrared, playing around, but this ain't a toy gun
- And the rumor is that I'm fucked up but
- You're about to get fucked up
- Sayin' shit to me was a fuck up
- Now you're gone, start the clean up
- Lil bitches so expectant, like they pregnant, mhm
- I guess when you walk into Arby's you expect a Beef n Cheese
- You can order a Buttery Jack when you go to Jack in the box
- And if you full of shit, you can suck on these
- And if your hands are sweaty like they're buttery
- Then you can get in the ring and box with me
- But y'all acting like I ain't a fighter
- But the closest thing you get to being on fire
- Is when you playing with a lighter
- And your "heavy bars" couldn't get lighter
- Contact your ghost writer, 'cause he sucks
- ///Verse 7
- Y'all acting like I made it personal then tried to steal your girl
- Maybe if I'd just repeated every other line you'd call it a number one
- But you just fucking keep acting like this a pissing contest, you keep taking number ones
- Claiming how Drake had more number ones and platinums
- By the time that I was one, and how Lil Nas is better than anyone
- But montero can get out my playlist, don't wanna listen to that shit
- You mad? get over it, or are you gonna throw a fit
- Saying that you're insulted 'cause I name dropped Lil Nas X
- Harder than your mom dropped you on your head
- But now your heads filled up with lead
- Like you took a chug from Flint, Michigan
- And it's like I just threw in a line, and you're a fucking fish (catfish)
- But you missed the line because you're fucking blind
- And you didn't even realize these last lines rhymed
- Goddamn, someone get this bitch a sign
- ///Verse 8
- "Aw, man! That Megurine diss track was ass, it was garbage, it was trash
- This bitch can't rhyme a motherfucking thing!"
- Shout to all my mumble rap people, each and every one of y'all
- If you call Lil pump a king,
- Or think the most important thing is bling
- "Dawg, those bars shit, Lil pump way better, he's the shit!
- "k, Drakes a maverick!" "No it's not, bitch, that's me!"
- ///Verse 9
- So finger gun, better run
- Brooks and Dunn, Maverick Carter, Logic, premadonna
- MGK fans gonna hate anyway
- Don't matter what the fuck I say
- In the end I'm still gonna fucking slay
- Gimme your seat, I'm here to fucking stay
- Hating on me, 'cause I be fucking gay
- Goddamn, who asked you anyways?
- Gimme play of the game
- 'Cause I'm on a kill streak, and I'm not gonna take a break
- I wanna play a fucking game, like I'm saw
- ///Verse 10
- And I think this shit's working
- 'Cause Megurine do be lurking in the shadows
- These verses making them get nervous
- Then they here it, and they curse it
- But Luka won't answer me with words
- 'Cause they'll get lyrically murdered
- But at least I pissed 'em off
- 'Cause Luka just gave Migraine zero stars
- Must've gotten to their heart, call it SARS
- But they can still respond, but if they don't
- They're officially dead and gone
- Hey Luke, Tick tock
- Tick tock
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