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lirik lagu fuck ya life – rj payne

[intro: sampled from taxi driver]
…creates a terrifying (c’mon!) portrait of life on the edge of madness
this city here is like an open sewer, you know? it’s full of filth and scum
i think i know what you mean
but it’s not gonna be easy

[verse 1: swave sevah]
the homi reign is ridiculous, we straight from the trenches
and came in equipped with some big sh*t (big sh*t)
take aim and start bangin’ relentless (pow!)
scratch lames off the hitlist, it’s pain
that ain’t just my n*gga name, we inflict it (yup)
gun explode (yeah), you’ll feel the flame from this biscuit
fill your body with funnel holes that’ll drain out the liquids (he bleedin’)
distant, shrink tryna pick my brain for the sickness (uh*huh)
but result the same, i can’t explain, i’m just different
warrior ways, early age, i had to learn this sh*t
wrapped the gemstone, gave to my son on his first christmas
we cut different (you like it?), rare fabric, a certain kind of cloth
when i spit, get strips of that cloth attached to a molotov
break a n*gga glass jaw, mazel tov (what’s up?)
craft bars and drop jewels like the holocaust (facts)
new revolver, pump, auto and semi sig
and you gon’ be the first i test it on like a guinea pig
let me introduce you to my heathen friends
the mad stares, the bad air, breathe it in
the side*eye, the low whispers, the demon grins
and i bet you your b*tch ass don’t come around my team again
this ain’t your lane, chump, give up (give up)
you’re too sweet in these streets (you’re sweet)
your veins pump syrup (syrup)
and while i make a run to this liquor spot (yeah)
you make sure you’re not here when i spin this block
it’s like that

[verse 2: nems]
i’m the illest man on the face of the earth
after she give me p*ssy, she gotta pay for the merch (pay up)
every time you open your mouth, you’re makin’ it worse
i’ll shoot your bummy ass kids, you put my name in a verse (r*r*ra)
your war stories is corny, i never believed ’em (never)
lot of goals in your raps, you ain’t never achieved ’em (never)
i paid eight stacks ’cause the leather is [?] (see this sh*t?)
slide d*ck to your chick and she never is leavin’, uh
hit that dusty b*tch with the cialis d*ck ([?])
i’m at the strip club throwin’ counterfeits (take that, take that, take that)
even your baby mama know you won’t amount to sh*t (d*mn)
and she got g*ngb*nged by a thousand crips
without rap, bought my mother a crib (facts)
ninety days, 100k, that’s what the website did (facts)
if i showed you what i make, you would hate the amount
sh*t, i could cop another house just off my paypal account (more facts)
that little bullsh*t you make? couldn’t cover my interest
but i could show you how to structure a business
i would’ve showed you how to budget expenses
but i heard that you a government witness (f*ck outta here)
i’ll take your favorite aunt and f*ck out her dentures (hold that)
they left me at the bottom, crawled my way out the trenches
told the judge, “f*ck ya life” when she read me my sentence
locked in, fought my cellmate for 45 minutes (let’s go p*ssy)
the sh*t i’ve been through would leave some of y’all finished
gun to your dome, say goodbye to your thoughts (blaow!)
my man’s daughter was born autistic (d*mn)
he told me that he feels like that’s his karma for the body he caught, uh (real rap)
i eat pork, and i f*ck b*tches raw (f*ck ’em raw)
and make ’em sniff a plan b through a mcdonalds straw
gorilla nems, the illest mc that you ever saw
you go live with your enemies, you ain’t ready for war (stupid)

[verse 3: rj payne]
machetes and swords, glove from freddie, eddie, i’m raw
i’m petty, legends tell me i’m ready, heavy rapport
andretti, keep my hand on the desi, let me explore
godbody, wide body, the chevy ’74, ahh
rappin’ better than half this era
the big black beretta’ll flip you, that’s capoeira
us three on the track, n0body could match the terror
my reflection talk back? then p*ssy, i crack the mirror
payne * one sucka test and get cut in sections
rusty tec’ll have n*ggas rubberneckin’ and stutter*steppin’, uh
and i don’t need no gun, i’m a knuckle legend
take a couple seconds to punch your chest in, no f*ckin’ guessin’
r*rated, my scars faded, y’all hate it
i’m still raisin’ the bar like car payments, god nice
sean price f*ckin’ reincarnated, y’all favorites
ain’t f*ckin’ with payne, it’s hard ain’t it? yeah!
i deliver intelligence with the hotness
ghost writer, i got they skeletons in my closet
black thought, i mix the melanin with the logic
educated ignorance, yeah, the felons done went to college
the greatest living, food for thought, thanks for givin’
these bars nourish your soul, it feel like i’m bakin’ chicken
i’m cookin, all my secret ingredients make a difference
i got several different herbs and spices, take a listen
this was supposed to happen, the goat of rappin’
explosive action, this that coca*cola, you novo*cappin’
it’s over, captain; thought you was shinin’?
i’m overcastin’, no relaxin’
n*gga, my aura bright as the whole manhattan
cannibal with sk!ll, give hannibal the chills
top dollar, rottweiler, c*cker spaniels’ll get k!lled
i’m flammable at will, my n*ggas got the light
baby, eminem was right, i’m an animal for real, motherf*cker
it’s payne

[outro: sampled from taxi driver]
hey, what kind of guns you guys carry? .38s, .45s, .357 magnums? something bigger, maybe?

look, uh, if you’re really interested, you could give me your name and address… we’ll send you all the information on how to apply. how’s that?

you will?

sure!

okay, why not? my name is henry krinkle. k*r*i*n*k*l*e. 154 hopper avenue

hopper?

yeah. you know, like a rabbit? hip, hop! heh heh!

- rj payne

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