ABYSS (Freestyle Premix) lyrics

by

LL COOL J


{Intro}
(I’m your worst nightmare)
Oh, yeah man (I’m your worst nightmare)
Worst ever (death is the easy way out)
{demonic gibberish}
(Meet Dr. Satan) He’s my best friend
(Meet Dr. Satan) (death)
(Welcome to the celebration of death)
(Welcome to the celebration of death)
Welcome my friend

{Interlude}
Yuh (yuh)
Yuh (yuh)
You know what I came for ayyyyeah!
(Hehehehehehehehe)
(Hehaha It’s me! Hahahaaa!)

{Verse}
Yeah, if I attack you
Don’t be alarmed, hit the snoozer
We’re on vacation so don’t bother me
I’m in my cruiser
If I gave you a girl
You’d just abuse her
So I’m not giving you grace
You’d f*cking use her
What the f*ck, man?
NBA2K I’m a first person shooter
(Goat, goat, goat, goat)
I just slay
I’ve lost my patience
That’s why I’m not a doctor
Though I worked at a doctor’s office
For a few year’s in my childhood, man
It’s a lot in stock, oh mock him
Oh yeah, Pac him
2Pac, James Todd Smith, Slim
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chop you off limb by limb
I’m a chimp, call me a primate
You can’t survive in this climate
You know what I’mma sayin’?
(Sorry that was a voice crack!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Motherf*ckers think I’m so dumbass
So dumb, ass?
(What the fuh) - yeah
Like a thumbtack
I f*ck your bum, Jack
The Ripper, man so ripped
So jacked, my stacks of cash
Are just flowing down in a stash
Oh, the grand, Ariana Grande
Want it real grande
That’s how I like my Starbucks coffee
Like really Grrande!
I like tha brrand
What the f*ck you say man?
Cory Braun, my top fan, ya
I love his mom, ya
I be dropping these bombs
Like a f*cking toucan
Just chirping like, Chirp
Purp, purp, purp, purp, purp
Shut up little bird if you
Wanna tweet, go take your heat elsewhere
Don’t be pretending to offend somebody
If you’re really not
Because these tracks are not hot
f*cking ass thot!
I thought so
What the f*ck you gonna botch man?
You’re so gay like Parker Bots
He’s the Vape God, yeah, yeah, yeah

{Interlude}
I have to say this every single day
So let me say it again
(f*ck) (you!)

I’ll put you in the mud
You piece of crud
You know what I’m saying man?
You are worse
Worth nothing more than a couple bucks
But you know what?
We’re Irish so we’re doubling
That up, hitting you up again
Get the classic double double from Tims
Yay, yeah that’s it!
I win! Minute it to win it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m gonna be skinning your hide like
I’m part of an Indian tribe, yeah
You know what I’m saying, man?
You’re gonna die!

{Hook}
Yeah, yeah, I’m smoking hot
Call me John Player
Choking these thots, uh
Yeah, yeah, you can
Call me the garment taker
I rise above y’all
f*cking all these haters
I’m always on the grind, yeah
I’m the hardest slayer, aye!

{Outro}
Yeah, yeah
This is the outro
While you’re smoking pot
I’m growing cannabis, yeah
Yeah, I know you aren’t
Really fond of this
I’m an artist, man
While you’re mocking my name
I be rolling out my Glock, aye!

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