Happy Death Day
Z.S.L
GENRE
Well, Happy Death Day
Done took yo last breath
Now, time for your afterlife megadeath!
Just lay in your grave
Where your safe
Have no life
Now goodnight!
Because, your soul you have gave
Your soul costed a few
And when it comes to J-dog
I’ve killed him too
I tryed to behave
But, you listen to me
Cuz’ now yo my slave
You think your so brave?
Well, how?
Please do tell
And show
Cuz’ you and me both know
Though, you may have a few bars
They don’t go far
And with that
Where the hell is your flow?
But, it’s ok, though
Use my voice being a little high as an excuse
And let the kid with STD’s give you the caboose
Say that i’m a waste of your time
But, that’s exactly what he said
Before he was demolished
Cuz,’
My bars are my shotgun
And their polished!
Still’ wanna call my songs crap
Still wanna call my trash
Well
Go look in the mirror and listen to your
“Next Slim Shady” track
And then come back to me on trash
Because, all worried about hoes and cash
But, then again
Now you just went broke as a matter a fact
And wanna come at me with what kind is name is ZSL?
Boy, My bars ill’ cast u 2 hell
Welcome to the orchestra
Let’s ring Hells Bells!
And how can someone be a dr.,
And not be able to taste their own medicine?
Boy, Cuz’ you know me and my flow are not the ones to be messing with
Hope your catching this
Hope the kitty went meow
Because
My gun just went pow-pow
Bye-bye!
Now sleep tight!
Goodnight!
And don’t fright!
Because, these bedbugs ill’ now bite!
And now you
Wanna be talkin’ back to the pack
Xian and Dylan?
Well, Jane
You boutta’ be feelin’ the pain
Cuz’ you and this beat
You know I be killin’
And wow dude
You’re gettin’ beat by a kid who isn’t even circumcised
You know Jan3
I tried to be wise
But, now you must suffer
ZJ’s demise
And the amount of cringe
In your tracks
Is larger than the amount of foreskin
On THAT
Oh, and i’m still not gonna be kind
Because, i’m sittin’ here thinkin,’
How could she tolerate him?
Imagine his penis size
But, then again
Huh. probably smaller then mine
Jayden sayin’
Hey jane
My man
Now bro
What’s the plan?
I swear jane
To the lord you better be prayin´
Because, heaven’s not the place where you’ll be stayin
Done took yo last breath
Now, time for your afterlife megadeath!
Just lay in your grave
Where your safe
Have no life
Now goodnight!
Because, your soul you have gave
Your soul costed a few
And when it comes to J-dog
I’ve killed him too
I tryed to behave
But, you listen to me
Cuz’ now yo my slave
You think your so brave?
Well, how?
Please do tell
And show
Cuz’ you and me both know
Though, you may have a few bars
They don’t go far
And with that
Where the hell is your flow?
But, it’s ok, though
Use my voice being a little high as an excuse
And let the kid with STD’s give you the caboose
Say that i’m a waste of your time
But, that’s exactly what he said
Before he was demolished
Cuz,’
My bars are my shotgun
And their polished!
Still’ wanna call my songs crap
Still wanna call my trash
Well
Go look in the mirror and listen to your
“Next Slim Shady” track
And then come back to me on trash
Because, all worried about hoes and cash
But, then again
Now you just went broke as a matter a fact
And wanna come at me with what kind is name is ZSL?
Boy, My bars ill’ cast u 2 hell
Welcome to the orchestra
Let’s ring Hells Bells!
And how can someone be a dr.,
And not be able to taste their own medicine?
Boy, Cuz’ you know me and my flow are not the ones to be messing with
Hope your catching this
Hope the kitty went meow
Because
My gun just went pow-pow
Bye-bye!
Now sleep tight!
Goodnight!
And don’t fright!
Because, these bedbugs ill’ now bite!
And now you
Wanna be talkin’ back to the pack
Xian and Dylan?
Well, Jane
You boutta’ be feelin’ the pain
Cuz’ you and this beat
You know I be killin’
And wow dude
You’re gettin’ beat by a kid who isn’t even circumcised
You know Jan3
I tried to be wise
But, now you must suffer
ZJ’s demise
And the amount of cringe
In your tracks
Is larger than the amount of foreskin
On THAT
Oh, and i’m still not gonna be kind
Because, i’m sittin’ here thinkin,’
How could she tolerate him?
Imagine his penis size
But, then again
Huh. probably smaller then mine
Jayden sayin’
Hey jane
My man
Now bro
What’s the plan?
I swear jane
To the lord you better be prayin´
Because, heaven’s not the place where you’ll be stayin
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