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letra de the jab - faraway & lasiurus

faraway & lasiurus – the jab

[intro]
we go with a message
people talk way more these days
caution:
if you keep wagging your dirty tongues in our way
c-roll will f-ck you up
note my words!
i said note my words, b-tches!
turn your computers on, open vk
and put this f-cking song on a repeat
cause we’ve got a happy dispatch for you!
and this f-cking guy who kidded ’bout my english
you’ll get it, too
get ’em, faraway!
this is for those who got a wide mouth
like monica lewinsky
with tonic and whiskey
didn’t you know those poor tricks were risky?
the sky is now misty

first verse:
[faraway]
if you keep talking to me like that
with yo guy, hoe
he’ll leave with a broken nose
then i’ll say bye, hoe!
snipe y’all with my rifle!
i’ll slice y’all with a slide rule
unlikely you would log your rhythm
las, where is your knife, fellow?

[lasiurus]
it’s right here under nightmare book of rhymes
oh, look it’s muddy though
with bl–dy blurs
just since i slaughtered that pony sized hoe on a rodeo
is that your friend?
if i call his girl a b-tch, should i be sorry?

[faraway]
no!
in case she’s just a dirty hoe!

[lasiurus]
of course, she’s pretty dirty hoe!

[faraway]
that’s why i’m sick
when i see c-cky women
right now i am piercing the ceiling
not because i’m two meters minimum
just cause of two liters of screaming flash energy
which is just flinging outside my stomach
i’m not in a stall and not on a stalking-horse ( i-i-i! )
kick you with a rock and say it is stone age!

[interlude: faraway]
f-ck’s happening?
i had something like that last weekend

[lasiurus]
shawty, i am such a big buster (d-mn)
i’m brave and bold like five batmen
just count:
five peanut pods, ten nuts
put to an oast-house and make custard!

[faraway]
d-mn, b-tch, i rap like a disaster!
i’ll put a canny b-tch into a roaster (wow!)
and spin your -ss on a roasting jack
until you’re red as a lobster

[chorus:x2]
if you keep talking to me like that
you will cry, hoe
when i grow cold
with a jab i’ma tussle!

second verse:
[lasiurus]
if you keep talking to me like that –
you can die, hoe
when i grow cold with a “gad!”
i’ll tear your eyeball!
i’m spitting that finna attend at the meeting
with a tinderella that is ten
no, nitty
i pretended
my tinder is almost lit and
now i ain’t a fellow feeling fellow-feeling

[faraway]
rappers farrow really quickly
nases and pacs and
new pharaoh monches, mases and rakims
we’ll pull ’em to the m-sses in trucks and (what?)
we’ll knock their faces with rock-drills (aha!)
supply with the fibs to the trunks and the temples
rockies and creeds
and sl-ts with the tents
we’re blood with the guilty
you’re blood with the less
don’t run when we bite you –

[lasiurus]
there’s mud of a sting
a muddle that stinks
our dung doesn’t sink
you better don’t ruffle when we here’s (yeah)
lil’ b-tch, don’t front when you’re near us
you’d have more chance to blackout britney spears (oh!)
you’re a buffo with tears
no buffalo bills
just b-gg-ry rears with yo dungy gears
i’ll gag your b-tts with spills
like your nagging sk!lls
if you’re rapping still
i exactly feel that you’re a crabby gill!
missing a happy meal
this sh-t’s for real when i spiel!
how i was?

[huba]
that was terrible, man
that was f-cking terrible

[chorus:x2]

[outro]
faraway
lasiurus
one day records
rest in peace, emma
now snus rain for bruce wayne

- faraway lasiurus

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