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Spaz
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Spaz was released on March 6, 2019 by Suburban Hell as a part of the album Spaz - Single
March 6, 2019
LabelSuburban Hell
LanguageEnglish
BPM122
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

I'm like hey how you doin'? Would you like to come over here for a minute, and just chill with a motherfucker
If I'm being modest with you, really honestly, I don't know how you really plan to deal with a motherfucker
I'm a real motherfucker, still motherfucker. If I had to do it, I would kill a motherfucker, right
If you really wanna know just what I'm thinkin', I don't really give a fuck how you feel, motherfucker
For a meal, I will do whatever I gotta do, gotta prove to these dudes I'm the truth, I'm the truth
For a deal, I will do whatever I gotta do, gotta prove to myself in the booth, in the booth
Man, for real, I'm a goddamn beast. Step into the plate, that's a goddamn feast
I'm the odd man out, bout to even out my odds screamin', I don't give a fuck, in the goddamn least
I'm a god damn at least, bow to me when you see me, respect me if you don't believe me neglect me
That you'll soon be regretting, it's Mr. Rock now, do you bitch say it correctly
Is this not what you expected? Maybe not, but you know it's getting interesting
Sitting Indian style, I fly off the top rope, beat you in a chair, now we getting interesting
If you miss me, then when you see me, we fighting, you don't want none of it, son
I'm the kiss stealin', wheelin', dealin', limo ridin', jet flyin', son of a gun
Said I'm one of a million and I'm killin' them all, I ain't fuckin' with you dudes who gettin' feelings involved
Realer than y'all, iller than all the bullshit, quit talkin' that shit, get rid of y'all
Take a back seat, put out your fat feet, crack a beer and watch here while I'm rippin' a rap beat
My foes under my toes, it's like pros vs. joes, there's no competin', I'm a different athlete
Freakin' immaculate, sick and accurate, yes, I'm back ya bitch with some raps to spit
This is the start of it, fuck you sack of shit, everything I'm givin' out is what you lackin', bitch
Everybody like, hey, we can been, I been waitin' for a minute, just so I can get my mind right
But in hindsight, this is what I need, because the music is forever, but the life we have is finite
It's a fine night, when we ridin' right, I'm just out here lookin' for a chance
To show these motherfuckers I ain't lookin' no advance, I ain't bookin' no more shows unless I do it on my own
I ain't doin' a stupid dance, unless I'm so drunk up in my zone, been in a funk and all alone, wishin' something would come along
Reachin' for the bottle, instead of reachin' for my phone, didn't practice while I was preachin' needed teachin' of my own
But that is a lesson worth learnin' though, stripes know we earnin' those
But we know the cost, put it down for those that we lost till the curtain close
Now we back why you motherfuckers actin' like, we ain't actin' right
Yall talkin' like this rap shit, been dead, we just came here today to bring it back to life
So bitch, pass the mic, we ain't givin' in, despite the fuckin' hell hole we livin' it
All the dumb shit we did, yeah, we did it again, cause we gotta get a little bit of dividends
Bitch, this is the time where you got to act, do some shit like this should be automatic
Now you runnin' around here actin' all dramatic, I ain't even talkin' to you yet, you talkin' back bitch
I'm walkin' backwards, I'm walkin' backwards, I'm moonwalkin' on y'all now
I'm talkin' backwards, I'm talkin' backwards, I'm through fuckin' with y'all now
Bitch, fall down, no fallin' back now, a lot of tribulations, but I've been through that trial
A lot of stipulations, yeah, you live through that now, all my friends dead, no callin' back now
Talkin' in the head, yeah, it's all it in the background, talkin' to the dead, gettin' used to that sound
Everything is black around me, so I gotta back up and let's go, I ain't never goin' back now
Actin' a clown and about to run a muck,on you motherfucks, what the fuck is up
The buck it stops here, so do not fear, all of you wack rappers know that your luck is up
If you out here havin' a good day, well, yeah, oh, I'm about to ruin
I was sick of sittin' still, so I'm out here movin', and you gettin' in my way, bitch, how you doin'
Written by: Jeffery Bingley, Marvin Emmel
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