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lirik lagu scorcher/fukushima (dj alyssa remix) – payday monsanto

i bring disaster, baby…there ain’t no if’s, or maybe’s, competitors are crazy. when will they learn? you should retire, dummy… ain’t no one liver, dummy…you play with fire, ’cause you like to get burned…
i bring disaster, baby…there ain’t no if’s, or maybe’s, competitors are crazy. when will they learn? you should retire, homie…ain’t no one liver, homie…you play with fire, ’cause you like to get burned…

you see, these snakes know me, i usеd to shuffle their brew, from kalamazoo, to three*statе homies. now, we break phonies, they used to hit me up for beats, but they wanted the free breaks, only. you see, these snakes owe me, and they try to change colors when i come around, they show me. a bunch of free fake phonies, but i make ’em eat it up, like a cheesesteak hoagie. their leaders remain a stonecold hypocrisy, their world is no different from the movie “idiocracy.” they look up on the people grazing at the greenery, anyone who can tie a shoe’s amazing is the scenery. now, if i meet foxman, i’m bound to victim ’em, he’s dumbing it down, c’mon now. i saw the curriculum, you better enroll, this is the metriculum, i’m nixin’ ’em, don’t make me stick a three pound d*ck in (’em)

we bring disaster money…distinguish cash, from money, competitors are funny. when will they learn? you should retire, homie…ain’t no one liver, homie…you play with fire, and you’re bound to get burned…

aye, yo…

(we bring disaster money, distinguish cash from money)

billy slade…

(competitors are funny. when will they learn?)

monsanto…

(you should retire, homie)

give it up…

yeah…

(ain’t no one liver, homie)

ah…billy slade…
(you play with fire)

check it out…payday…

big bill…

what?

(and, you’re bound to get burned)

light ’em up…

check it out…

if you aspire to be flyer than us, best retire. you must be burnin’ trees, like a f*ckin’ forest fire? ’cause ain’t n0body liver than a microphone mcguyver, no screwdriver, pliers, or wires could ever require the sk!lls to put a verse together, tight like this. ’cause i drop hot sh*t, and i spit like p*ss, and when they reminisce, like c.l. smooth, you’ll be a john*doe dude, with no condo, screwed. livin’ on the streets, no career, like a hobo, f*ck with us, you take it in the rear. no h0m*. you get the bronx cheer, and you’re hearin’ it in slow*mo, we’re poppin’ in your ear, and do it with no promo. it’s big billy, the big bully, big up polygamy, my flow still shows the hoes be diggin’ me. a big*shot, in the big*top, pushin’ a big*wheel, ask your big sister, son. i’m kind of a big*deal…

we bring disaster money…distinguish cash from money, competitors are funny. when will they learn? you should retire, homie…ain’t no one liver, homie…you play with fire, and you’re bound to get burned…

i’m sn*tchin’ your fake cheddar, force feeding you feta, parmigiano reggiano, it don’t get any better, rappers are mortadella, i melt ’em like mozzarella, competition is sin, i don’t f*ck with rockefeller. i’m talkin’ ’bout the chase bank, i don’t mean the fake ranked, overrated rapper, they actors that like to play pranks. you imitate the enemy, you better pray angst, cookie*cutter rookie m*th*f*ckas never say “thanks.” everybody’s amused, but they probably confused, the whole entire industry’s illuminati infused, haters walk away with a lobotomy screwed, i’m a piranha in a pond of guppies, how could i lose? rapper, put on your makeup, while i tell you the purpose, that bracelet you got from jacob, satanic worship. i’m on the terror list, but that’s virtually worthless, ’cause i planted a bomb in your tent, clown evacuate your circus…

“if the mk hit ‘ya, it’s guaranteed to open ‘ya up”.*

*sample from the payday song “track ‘n trace”

- payday monsanto

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