The Møjavi Burn - Macabre

So now, you claiming that you know where I stay at now, where I rest my head, where I lay at now
Now, what compelled you to up and say that now, now once again you really wanna play that, wow
You angry? You mad? You irate? I'm on Katt Williams’ time, don't worry, I'll wait
I pack bottles of water so I can hydrate. Is you high, nigga? Do your eyes dilate
Stalking my Facebook, Nancy Boy, I'll exhume your corpse, and I will bury it again
You forever stay shook, Nancy Boy, I'll shit on you much to your terrible chagrin
You don't want no smoke, wasn't we supposed to square up like exponents?
But when the opportunity presented itself, bitch, you would switch up in the next moment
And your sister mad my hair is longer than hers and I'm a nigga; she hating... with her bald-headed ass
And I heard the bitch musty and her pussy be stanking... and she so broke she can't afford a bus pass
I am no joke, I cut fast... YOU should know about that; you got that ass cut, fucking with the meth addicts
No hiccups, nor do I skip a beat, be incomplete like irregular breath patterns
Uh... don't chu got a kite or a letter to write for your lover in jail, Sweetheart
Look, I really understand... you wanna be the man, but you ain't gotta be hard
Wow pal, it would suck to be you. I do not know what the FUCK I would do
Nigga, you're a low-life... and you should get one
I will abuse you like an unwanted stepson
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
Muthafuckas crash and burn, I sabotage
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
You better make it right with your maker, your god
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
Muthafuckas crash and burn, I sabotage
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
You better make it right with your maker, your god
So, I buy you groceries... and in return, you try to get niggas to jump me
You talk a lot of shit, that's why your breath stay funky. You ain't nothing but s mush-mouth junky
You're deluded, delirious. Ho, are you serious? Clearly, it's sheer bat-country
I wouldn't give a fuck if you sucked a dirty hobo dick and wound up with your upper lip bumpy (bitch)
You want my sympathy after you purposely tried to fuck up my money?
How do you suppose I fill my stomach, my tummy? You are just a dufus, a dunce, and a dummy
When I found out about what happened to your raggedy ass, I laughed; I found it to be funny
As far as I'm concerned, you deserved it. Karma had served it like it was tea with the honey
Y'all be tell stories y'all done seen on cable. Outrageous and crazy, them made-up fables
With holes in the middle like the holes in a bagel, y'all be at the pawn shop, tryna get appraisals
For coasters you stole off your own mama's tables. That's how I know you're not mentally stable nor
Able to make logically-sound choices, you hear voices, you're crazy
And I don't loosely throw around labels. I see the universe served you your karma
You catching fades like you're dealing with a barber. The writing's on the wall, could it be any larger
While I'm proofing dough like I'm in a pizza parlor. The hate you harbor won't take you farther
With the word stupid across your forehead in permanent MARKER
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
Muthafuckas crash and burn, I sabotage
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
You better make it right with your maker, your god
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
Muthafuckas crash and burn, I sabotage
I'm finna creep up on that ass with the macabre
You better make it right with your maker, your god

Written by:
MALIQUE JAMAL STARKS, MICHAEL RUBEN TICE

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