[Verse] Look children, Im tired of playing around Ill get more violent than Chucky And the scene will get unlucky if you touch me Im finna go in, punch the clock and get busy The scene will get real iffy if you push me Gun barrel stuck to the roof of your mouth like Jif peanut butter And then I could pull the trigger last thing you utter Be please dont shoo, Blaow! Thats what you get for Thinking that the Jewellsta would not get with ya I hit ya, Up though the scene has no balloons I popped them, I send you to heaven right on the spot cause Theres no stairway, just an exit portal with your name on it Now its time to show you aint immortal Yall keep pissing me off, steady getting on my nerves You can get yo willy nilly crew smoke up like herbs But you know, and I know, that I always be sober I slash you like a saber wielded by the jedi holder Its over, talking smack till the smack starts talking back With a hint of action yes its time to act Time to exact my revenge on you and your friends For making my life hell its time to begin the games of death So clever and maniacal like Saw Time to clean the school up and I got that Lysol Disinfect the school of chumps like you even outshine them with the lights on Yo Im a iron, Im just here to press you My flow is the flu, make you atchu then no bless you Im the Bumble Bee Jewell blood clot in your vessels With that enigmatic flow that twist your mind like a pretzel Time to get electric, call me Pikachu When I peek at you, with my zebra crew Tell you what Im finna do See you through the death cycle Im finna make them bleed like a menstrual Im Bee Jewell, escapee from the asylum Lot of people dont like me so they degrade my style like its Pinnacle My style is maple syrup sticky, stick it to your pinnacle Dont go with the mainstream, knock that shit up off the pedestal Forget the attendance office especially They can get they pretty heads horse stomped, thats my specialty Im preaching that real talk like a reverend be Im finna Disco Fever on the track like the seventies Im not looking for trouble, just a senior year that feels heavenly Yo Im the zebra, the most elaborate horse of them all Welcome to my stall as I transform to Darth Maul Pull out my double edge sword, Ill cut you all Might cut myself too But thats OK because my flow is in your ear like a bluetooth Your flow ice cream sweet? Then the crew will scoop you up Then drop you on your head like a bad mom Try to keep my flow clean, though sometimes I want to drop the fbomb But its alright, I shatter and crush the mic with my might Leave the studio feeling like it survived a mob fight Im spitting that Tommy flow, bound to attract the Pamelas Hopefully not a Pamela who seems to like the camera too much But back to business, I got dat Motley Crue LOOTZ Crew, Im the Captain, spitting that flow that get stuck in your head like glue So what it is yo what it do? I spit many rhymes that meet up at the instrumental rendezvous My minds Beewilderness got many sounds like colors got hue And if I aint got nothing I know I got you My pissy mood, my pissy mood act a fool
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