Silly Rabbitt lyrics

by

J. Cole


[Intro]
Yeah n*gga (yeah)
Glad you did this f*ck boy

[Verse]
Look, I don't usually entertain f*ckery
But I don't know what got this n*gga
Thinkin' he could f*ck with me
The homie told me to murder you in a song
But that bullsh*t verse wasn't worthy of a response
Nobody never heard of you, am I wrong?
But I got somethin' that'll certainly give him surgery in my palm
pus*y, I'll do you dirty front of your mom
In front of them same dirty n*ggas that's all
In your video, tell them n*ggas, watch, get ready
I kill 'em in a few minutes, get your watches ready
You not hot, if you was you would've popped already
Wig shot, SIG pop 'til it drop spaghetti
Your top confetti, man why I even got this petty?
'Cause I kill people for fun, I'm Ox in Belly
To be the best you gotta beat the best, you said it yourself
So basically, you admittin' I was better yourself
So I ain't even gotta do it, sh*t, you deaded yourself
Put your neck in the guillotine and be headed yourself
f*ck rap, read a book or somethin', better yourself
Diss me and you pay homage, you just credit yourself
Said he wanted to spar, so I'm settlin' it quick
I don't think this n*gga know how deadly it could get
I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or the bezel on my wrist
He wanted bars, I'ma show him that there's levels to this sh*t
You better do your research
'Fore n*ggas see you in kings city in front of rest in peace t-shirt
n*gga this the S.E. Gang, you know how we work
Chopper go off, n*ggas run, check how his feet work
This is chess, not checkers, n*gga it's my move
But how could I lose? Been killin' n*ggas since high school
Mentionin' my name that ain't a wise move
'Cause in the booth, I'm a tsunami and a typhoon
Puttin' words together, somethin' that I'm better at
He wanna get in the ring with me, I Mayweather that
You should've picked you another lane instead of rap
Wish it was you that got killed instead of Black
n*gga, I'm the machine, I tried to tell him that
Smack with him the back of the shotgun, his head'll crack
You ain't know this the sh*t that I like doin'
I like chewin' n*ggas, the sh*t that I write ruin
A n*gga career, I'm right here in my white Ewings
And you'll never get you a ring, you like Ewing
I seen your video, talkin all that faggot sh*t
Word to West Philly, I'll give this n*gga the (?) clip
Chopper make a n*gga disappear, that's the magic stick
I'll snatch the rabbit out his hat like a magic trick
For real homie, you ain't ready for how bad it get
I get money and f*ck b*tches, don't do the battle sh*t
I hang with the savages that aim at your cabbages
And rain (?) somethin' (?), but'll splatter sh*t
You ain't in my lane, you a lame and you average
Chopper aim at you and them lames that you rappin' with
Chase money, I don't know what you boys do
'Til in my driveway it's new toys, WOOO, two toys blue
You are not a thug, you a schoolboy duke
In the club, I do the buckets like ScHoolboy Q, n*gga
I'm talkin' bottles after bottles, n*gga
All I got for you is these hollows, n*gga
And lately I been travelin', (?) n*gga
In that foreign big boy (?)
I got shot, n*gga (?) and my (?) done
I'm RG3 of the sh*t, ready for week one
If you don't got a gun, you better keep one
Told you I'ma finish you n*gga before the week done
The Machine, n*gga, that's it, that's all
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