jay d - 12:34

Uhh, return to form
Thought I'd die motherfucker had to weather the storm
All you lame ass bitches
All ya whinin and cryin that's how you get stitches
I'll sleep when I'm six in the ground
Till then I gotta track a new sound
For the ladies
Just know I gotta fuck every single bad bitch around
If I hit it bye Felicia
Nice to see ya, nah I'm playin
If you know me, I'ma see ya when I see ya
Don't act like you know me
All my haters, you can blow me
Will all who wish to die please raise their hand
Because you're a vicious self-centered man
Who's incapable of a decent clean emotion
Die die die
Nah not dead yet
Had a few close calls
Got a new whip
Fuck yo momma so hard she need a new hip
I'll take the kids out myself on a school trip, uhh
Yeah you think I'm psycho
Let's go on sight hoe
Maybe I should be prayin
For all the crazy words I'm goin super sayan uhh
This ain't shit we can sort
So I gotta take your ass to court
Let the judge decide
If you're sayin what you're sayin
Or just homicide
And I'm comin alive
All ya silly ass haters stay in on the side
This is my moment
And I own it
And I own it
12:34 yeah I got the feds knockin at my door
Noise complaints guess I gotta get more
All these visits got me thinkin it's a chore
You can lock me away
But bitch I am here to stay
I didn't here come to play
Just listen to the words and you'd hear what I'd say uhh
This is my moment
This is my moment
This is my moment
And I own it
And I own it
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Die die

Written by:
Douglas Rawley

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