Jayhurd - SMD (feat. Bizarre) Lyrics

I've been here since way back when But I'm up now, couldn't take that shit
Better get back my patience thin This small dull blade, I'm grindin' it
Puttin' timin' in till the timer clicks My mind is sick like Dahmer's bitch
Eatin' rappers just for hobby Then I body shit like Bobby did
Wait, just slow down, bring the flows out Time to show out, it could go down
Bound to throw rounds, yes, I'm so proud Y'all can go now
The illest livin' creature swear this shit just underneath me
Yeah, they talk but they can't beat me Never walk or step to me
Unless you on your way to Jesus Stackin' payments like the preacher
Leech on me and I'ma greet you with this A R leave em' speechless
Checker flags come catch the leader, bitch
This for the underground, This is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the drillers
This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the drillers
Bah, suck my dick
I ain't give a f*ck and I ain't never did
Come try me, see how bizarre it really gets
As a kid Nah, I never had shit, except a mind full of madness
F*ck a bank, I flip a mattress
Guess what, dad's him, double up from last year
Bout to kick to last gear, never could afford to have fears
Gotta go and get it, God is my witness
Bet I'm gon' get it, please keep distance
Cause I'm about to blow, explode, they know where Jay go
If your break's gone, in the booth, mixin' napalm
Break em' down to shake, dawg, ignite my torch and make off
With the profits, f*ck a broad, I'm in your yard
F*ck a chain, I rip it off, if they pissin' me off
Bet I'm dismissin' the talk, bitch, just give me the chalk
Duct tape out, yep, the vision is gone
Yeah, these sinister thoughts, bitch, don't mention me wrong
This is for the underground
This is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs , thugs ,thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the drillers
Bang, wake up in the morning, drunk and belligerent
A Asshole, real inconsiderate
Grew up in a foster home with no dad
Beats and studio is all I had
I'ma get rich or die tryin
For fifty cent, I'll sling the iron
In middle school, I was sellin' that crack
You try to run, get shot in the back
My cousin Cory, he finna blow
I got the white like it's finna snow
No talkin', I just cock and aim
And you pump brakes like the light finna change
Weirdo, nigga, f*ck your hero
I bring the heat like Robert DeNiro
I'm gettin' high in a coffee shop
And if you talk shit nigga, Pussy pop
This is for the underground
This is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the drillers
This is for the underground
This is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the drillers
Suck my dick