The Worst - Jedi Mind Tricks

Don’t be scared- Be prepared for the worst

Before I let a whole round of shots burst

You the opening act so rock first

Trust me, multiple shots from Glocks hurt

And I think there’s been enough said

Cause your body’s gonna leak like a mothafuckin dust-head

Burner love to see the blood red

And you pussy-clout rappers can’t sleep until a thug’s dead

But I don’t plan to die

Until it’s my time

So just keep playa hatin from the sidelines

It’s divine rhyme

Jedi Mind time

It’s rap cyanide

Study the guidelines

Yeah on my last few twelve inches

Walk around with a long knife-twelve inches

That’s real sharp for cutting ya skin

Tie you up make you watch while I’m fuckin' ya kin

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Yeah

I have an iron force

Robbin' you on the iron horse

I’m a lion that’s relyin' on the Mayan’s thoughts

I’m spittin' iron darts

Until there’s more dead

Then I’m seeing triple sixes on your forehead

I don’t wanna die anymore

I don’t wanna cry anymore

Wanna lie anymore

I just want y’all to be dead

I just wanna get rid of all these sick thoughts in my head

I stay ready on the frontline («Anybody wants mine, that’s when it’s lunchtime»)

And I’m a threat to the whole land

Man fear God

But God fear no man

That’s the mothafuckin program

I could feel snakes just from handshakes from a cold hand

Time waits for no man

And that’s word bond

Throw 'em in a ditch

Bury 'em the herb gone

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This is war rap similar to Jacob’s ladder

Walk around like Thor with a sacred hammer

Yeah you don’t really want the guns out

We some vampire mo’fuckas

Burn when the sun’s out

Y’all are traveling the bum route

Talkin bout whips standin on the strip with your thumbs out

But that ain’t me

I don’t care about a whip

Y’all are fake money just another counterfeit

While y’all are on the block thinkin bout your pipe dreams

I’m Slick Rick style thinkin how my ice gleams

Thinkin how I’m gonna make this money

Take a visit to the Bing and embrace my dunny

I guess this is just a part of God’s plan

Beware of the beast undercover in the marked van

If you a smart man

Use your voice to sing

Cause that’s the only fucking way to avoid the Bing!

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