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Who Killed the Page Wizurd Pt​.​3

from Who Killed the Page Wizurd? LP by MR. JHAK & MR. OWL

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lyrics

Kaboom!
Fuck nigga, I have come to destroy you
And rap till I annoy you, annoy you, annoy you
I do it cuz I care
Be aware: there's a sheet that greets a warrant for my death cuz my stare
Crease rappers to a billion pieces
Lock you down like them little white kids on leashes
I get dirty like police kid with sixteens like two squids
Oh you big? Well I'm taller
Jhak got the bean stalk, slay you giants now they smaller
Maul you dude cuz, I don't give a fuck
Unless you a fine chick then, hoe you can catch my dick
Like batter up, cuz I'm hitting home-runs no steroids
Came in this game now I'm playing them like Jakk's Pacific
Toys bro, yo my flow get magnificent, so pitch a tent
I'm augment with the murderous intent, nobody let me vent
So I got to pave a way like cement
And in my wake a lot of bent out of shape
Rappers who tried to escape
What the expert doctors call, mentally raped
I'm the shit! Scientist have scraped
The matter from my toilet, use in the soil kid
Now ya'll niggas are smelling my shit
I must admit, won't quit cuz I'm rapping out
Bitch niggas start acting out, get slapped about
Run they mouth, all I hear is clout
Leave em full of doubt - Sprout when I route
Bars heavy - All gravy
Leave you niggas dazy like stout
Drown like no water catching trout
Get ya'll niggas running out

I'll murder you
I don't give a fuck son
I'll fucking murder you
Smother me till I'm struggling
I'll fucking murder you
Strangle me until I'm turning blue
Jhak the ripper homeboy, I'll fucking murder you

Everybody wanna talk bars with the bizarre
I keep gold bricks, fall slick when I hick
Drop lyrical grenades, spread cascades
Of internal combustion
Now you wasn't, never been, non-existent
Man he rap different
At least I keep my flow consistent
It's not a battle with me
It's an abducting
To start the - Reconstructing
Cuz, I can always use another goon in my ranks
If not, then you will fucking walk the plank
Cuz I don't take
Insubordination - Only admiration
Like oh Mr. Jhak you're a sensation! Here's a Grammy!
Oh really?
Now who fucking run the city?
I get in your teeth like grit be
Doctor's taking pity
But what you expect mother fucker, I'm from Philly?

Doom, gloom, hallucinate like shrooms when I step into the room
Sweep em like brooms and entomb them emcees that's fake like costumes
And soon
Another day shall come where there can be only one
And dun, I come from a place that will erase you like Arnold

These bars should be a rap walk-through
Chalk you, watch your mouth
Who the fuck you talking to?
I'm the wrong one that you should be gawking at dude

Send you up shit's creek, canoe. no paddle
They say Wizurd's tit for tat rap stab you
My jab lines pretty fine like a dime
Giving neck like Corona with the lime
No I'm fine, shine greatly
It's all your fault
Cuz you made me, and now you can't take me
So hate me, inflate, demodulate, desecrate me
And you still won't know how I think, how I talk, man he walk
Murder you, verbally, murder spree
Now you fucking niggas heard of me
Murder spree!
Dead is what you fucking niggas deserve to be
So come on dogg, try and fucking murder me


I'll murder you
I don't give a fuck son
I'll fucking murder you
Smother me till I'm struggling
I'll fucking murder you
Strangle me until I'm turning blue
Jhak the ripper homeboy, I'll fucking murder you

Ash into dust
Lyrically combust
No one can adjust
Move you like bus
Fuming like must
Eating the Earth's crust
WE ALL DIE SOMEDAY!

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from Who Killed the Page Wizurd? LP, released November 24, 2015

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MR. JHAK Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

MR. JHAK is a Philly-bred emcee with a vivid, comic book inspired imagination. He is affiliated with MR. OWL's Parliament of Strix Records.

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