Junior Threat - SNAKE BITES

Popstar sipping on some Wockhardt
Down hard (down bad)
Lean tossed off
I'm a aztec rockstar (rockstar)
Find me where the stars are (stars are)
Jamaican makin' my Mary Jane and I'm bakin' off this
Sippin' bourbon as I hop in the suburban, jackets German
And I'm all up in the guts like I'm a surgeon, operation is too urgent
Pockets never hurtin', for certain
Ah, why you so damn mad?
Making you look bad
Karma gon shoot back
This shit ain't easy, know it from experience
People say I'm fake, nah, I put money over feelings
I just called the doc up, said I have a case of realness
Tell these motherfuckers get they fuckin' nose out my business, uh
Can't trust, I look for snake bites
My fault, just need my mind right
I cut these fakes out my life
Don't play my faith out my sight
Make your mama grievous and (uh)
Make all your siblings wear the Jesus pieces
Rest in pieces to the enemies and all the treasonous diseases
I'm a genius with no weaknesses, and
Mind dont stop increasing, uh (uh, woah)
Uh, talk shit on me?
Me?
Ah, why you so damn mad?
Making you look bad
Karma gon shoot back
Ah, why you so damn mad?
Making you look bad
Karma gon shoot back

Written by:
Jesse Ramos

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