From This Place Songtext
von Jesse B Dawg
From This Place Songtext
Filthy Rhyme-sayer with multiple crime layers
Youll find nightmares inside your mind cuz I′m their
They say that my hair
Confuses and causes delusions
What more do you expect
From a product of prostitution
I was born losin'
The Docter gave my mama ointment
N told her to apply it
When my horns grew in
You can find me in the ashtray porn grooven Hitten a jay gettin′ blazed tryna push my movement
Ima ruthless muthafucka wit a heavy gat
Smoken heady sacks threw a fucken Redivac
I got zombie portions
My organs are morphin'
I'm half human half cyborg and
My eyes are turning orange
No one can help me, I′m afraid its been too long
I′m already a lobotomize caveman with ape-ish palms
Using raven claws and satans spawns to make my songs
I'm Jesse B Dawg the motherfucken megladon
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
N you get preyed upon
Every time I slay a song
Ill rape ya mom
Even when she gots no makeup on
I′m the mega bomb
The muthafucken m.o.p
Your city's under siege
A slaughter ordered under me
I brought the devils microphone
And a nasty beat
No one can gas the B
I just don′t see that happening
Your faction is only a fraction of the whole scene
I made a city-wide cypher n smashed the whole beat
I'm not your homie, I′m your merciless god
I've emerged through the fog
Promoting the words of the dawg
I keep it raw
Like the first time I hit skins
But stay protected
Like the last time I was in them
I'm massive I smash planets Into small atoms
You couldn′t fathom what I consider a small ration
I′m a brain teaser like two hits from the deep freezer
I breathe ether n dank reefer I'm way beaster
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
I′m sure the gods will appreciate my newest jam
Cuz' If not I′m looking for a job and back on food stamps
I used to be a cool cat with a chill vibe
Until my dog died then I wigged out n I hogtied
My best friend in the kitchen n beat him with a steel pipe
Until he showed me his fucken intestines
Now im a a pestilence pressin' dirty records that
Contain vulgar lyrics and tons of hidden messages
A fucken pessimist a specialist in prejudice
Rhymes the credit exodus verses n curse the best of them
They say that every dope rapper needs an ill ride
N a chill vibe that′s enough to let your skills slide
So I'm fucken with the dark arts
In the middle of Clark Park
With my car parked
Tryna Summon some car parts
Smoken tons of weed n slimming down the harsh bars
But it ain't worken′ out so fuck being a pop star
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
Youll find nightmares inside your mind cuz I′m their
They say that my hair
Confuses and causes delusions
What more do you expect
From a product of prostitution
I was born losin'
The Docter gave my mama ointment
N told her to apply it
When my horns grew in
You can find me in the ashtray porn grooven Hitten a jay gettin′ blazed tryna push my movement
Ima ruthless muthafucka wit a heavy gat
Smoken heady sacks threw a fucken Redivac
I got zombie portions
My organs are morphin'
I'm half human half cyborg and
My eyes are turning orange
No one can help me, I′m afraid its been too long
I′m already a lobotomize caveman with ape-ish palms
Using raven claws and satans spawns to make my songs
I'm Jesse B Dawg the motherfucken megladon
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
N you get preyed upon
Every time I slay a song
Ill rape ya mom
Even when she gots no makeup on
I′m the mega bomb
The muthafucken m.o.p
Your city's under siege
A slaughter ordered under me
I brought the devils microphone
And a nasty beat
No one can gas the B
I just don′t see that happening
Your faction is only a fraction of the whole scene
I made a city-wide cypher n smashed the whole beat
I'm not your homie, I′m your merciless god
I've emerged through the fog
Promoting the words of the dawg
I keep it raw
Like the first time I hit skins
But stay protected
Like the last time I was in them
I'm massive I smash planets Into small atoms
You couldn′t fathom what I consider a small ration
I′m a brain teaser like two hits from the deep freezer
I breathe ether n dank reefer I'm way beaster
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
I′m sure the gods will appreciate my newest jam
Cuz' If not I′m looking for a job and back on food stamps
I used to be a cool cat with a chill vibe
Until my dog died then I wigged out n I hogtied
My best friend in the kitchen n beat him with a steel pipe
Until he showed me his fucken intestines
Now im a a pestilence pressin' dirty records that
Contain vulgar lyrics and tons of hidden messages
A fucken pessimist a specialist in prejudice
Rhymes the credit exodus verses n curse the best of them
They say that every dope rapper needs an ill ride
N a chill vibe that′s enough to let your skills slide
So I'm fucken with the dark arts
In the middle of Clark Park
With my car parked
Tryna Summon some car parts
Smoken tons of weed n slimming down the harsh bars
But it ain't worken′ out so fuck being a pop star
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
From this place
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