SPIKE Overdose ON 5th AVENUE lyrics

[Part 1: ANTI-SPIKEY]

[Verse]
3 hours, no play
The hoes don't scream "YAY!"
You're a slave on a Santa sleigh, you're actually so f*cking gay
"YAY!", the hoes say it louder
Your addictions are just chili powder
I shoot your career with gunpowder
You aren't a "SPIKED BABY", you're disliked in the 80
I don't need your excuses
All you do is sip on guys’… juices
Get some real music taste
Your career is done for, put to waste
White ass rapper, call you white-faced

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[Part 2: Zutraterrestrial]

[Verse]
The spikes landin' on his head now
Sex is out sale, pale baby with a hat really got the rails
He pay hoes that their cakes go flat
Hе got a tat of a cat he'll never gеt
I bet all my money, screamin' isn't funny
3 hours of a coward with faggots, times 20
Now Nazelix, you betrayed me
Portrayed me as a baby lover, you hover over other rappers
Your sh*t is tight, no doubt
His is light, the fight between sh*t and right is night and day
He's gay, and you're a f*ckin' soldier
The exposure you help for a retard is crazy
He a baby, you ain't a poser, right?
Might sign him up for a fake label, right?
Japinzzo? Rappin' ho's, Jazz singin' on its lows
Pokin' fun at me, f*ck your stupid losin' crew and its showin' acne
Gettin' on your knees, beggin' me not to release a f*ckin' joke?
You spoke too much, I speak truth now
Shoutout FAU Can
Ban SPIKED BABY
Crazy

[Part 3: Outro]

[Verse]
SPIKED BABY finna' die tonight, we call death this day
SPIKED BABY "losin' his sh*t?", right... as if that happenin'
SPIKED BABY rappin' over sh*t’ss, he ain't finna' survive
SPIKED BABY finna' f*ckin' starve, don't do archives of his sh*t’ss