Buffoonery lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sticky Fingaz]
Raise your hands if you sick of this f*cking buffoonery
Rap n*ggas is pus*y
What they gonna do to me?
Wearing Moissanite can't even rob 'em for their jewelry
Acting like you trill
Will get you killed
Don't screw with me
The last thing I wanna do
Is hurt you fam
But I ain't cross it out
It's still on the list my man
See I knock n*ggas out
And make 'em p*ss they pants
But I'm humble I'm much greater than I'll admit I am
Light travels faster
Than sound you see
That's why people appear bright
Before you hear them speak
Don't go to sleep angry
I stay up and plot revenge
Imagine what I do the enemies
Done shot my friends
But I don't have enemies
My friends just detest me
But you better respect or
It's gonna end up messy
Spill blood for this rap sh*t
I'm deep in the art
Break off your ring finga
That's the vein, that lead to your heart
[Verse 2 - Skits Vicious]
You better move hater!
I shoot guts out ya back by way of Doom Slayer
Cook your heart on a skillet for the true flavour
Burning cars on the cover of the newspaper
100Mad march the streets like we crusaders
Got a pocket in my cheek that packs a huge razor
And I'll take it to your face when you act rude player
Every time I hit your skull, I peal a new layer
Place your bet and get the money from the book maker
I do 'em dirty like trench foot
The 10-foot killer with a history of death like a Brentwood villa
Ain't a damn crew iller, pull the trigger
Brain matter on the bathroom mirror
You won't slither in this grass
I'm from a cloth that don't fit on your b*tch ass, the beat give 'em whiplash
I used to rob kids for their Tic Tac's
Now I stick up Christmas dinners in a grinch mask

[Verse 3 - Jay Reaper]
The pain is hard
This life I feel it tear my brain apart
That's how I made these bars
I forged them deep down in my crazy heart
I embraced these scars and
Turn to dust just like a faded star
Life like racing cars and playing cards
So I stay alarmed
And I raised the bar
Raised the f*ckin level
Better play your part
Try to label me I rip the label off
The way I walk the way I talk
This sh*t is payin' off
Cause real n*ggas got my back
You soft like Tater Tot
These b*tches playin' hard to get
But I don't bust no sweat
I bust c*m and bust guns right in yo f*ckin neck
And any pig motherf*cker try to disrespect
Is gettin' checked
Is gettin' stuffed full of crystal meth
I know its hardcore, but we don't parlé
We rip your arms off
Talkin' that sh*t I take ya tonsils
A monster is what I strive to be
Come and see me ride the seas, yeah
f*ck tha buffoonery