Lyrics XXL – XXL Freshmen 2018 Cypher – Part 1

Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman’s terms
I finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word
I bled words ’till my head would hurt
The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first
Live life like a baby that was dead at birth
But came alive and fucked the nurses
If you don’t like it tell a nigga «jump»
If you feelin’ Kermit
If you sleepin’ on me we can make it permanent
And leave ’em stinkin, he a really permeate, he really reeking
J.I.D, call me Willie Beamon
But I’m ’bout the team, everybody eatin’
If it’s down to me, I’ma do some shit niggas ain’t never seen
Bitch, I dunk the three
Ashton Kutcher, who’s punkin’ me?
J.I.D the butcher, who want the beef?
Chop arm, leg, head, package meat
Sacrificial lamb, satisfactory
Smack him with the hand, don’t talk back to me
I’ma be the man, I’ma kill a king
I done been a fan, now I need wings
I done see your hand, now I need ah-ah
Fee-fi-fo-fum, monster come, King Kong rumble
Young man, rumble in the jungle, trees tumble
Bees bumble, weeds crumble, yeah
Sling slung, wood lumber in the hood

Sister, mother, freaky fucker
Kidney Puncher, Willy Wonka
Pussy purify Lake Minnetonka
Yeah
C’est la vie, J.I.D
Say I-B-E-S-T with the R-A-Ps and R.I.P
Your rhymes sound O-L-D, I’m co-l-d
And I ain’t drop no LP, I’m so OD
I know OGs
Drop flows, they was so OD
I make a play, nigga, Odell B
Make a way, eat his
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Your today’s up, but let us pray and let us eat

J.I.D. (Ski Mask The Slump God):
(Ouch)
Oh my god
(Heh heh, that shit was cold)
Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so ready for Ski Mask «the rap god»
(Oh my god, ahem)

Ski Mask The Slump God:
Umm
Bow with my aim when I cum
Your bitch want meat, my filet-mignon
I hide the kids deep in her throat
Lettin’ it go on her body, no bum
Smokin’ on Afghan, matter fact, Saddam
No ceilings like Weezy, but she feeling linen
‘Cause I turn the chicken up into a picket
But fuck all that drama, you can meet my llama
Plaque diamonds like Coney, matter fact, Obama
My jewelry so water water like Osama
Got bitches on bitches, lovin’ that McDonalds
I keep it 300 like a nigga Sparta
I feel like Darth Vader, nigga, I’m your father, uh
Dodging cop car like a Frogger, uh
Flashy like lights on a router, uh
I’ve done say «water», I’m outta here, aha

J.I.D.:
Water
Ski Mask The Slump God:
Waterrr!