Misery (Ft. The Journalist & Yukmouth)

[Intro]

Aye fam,

Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest

To these jugga head ass niggaz out here

They ruunin around like they don't Strange is the lions den

Nigga we the muthafuckin kingz of the jungle

I'm in the resturant chillin with this new piece of bootany the other night

You know a nigga gonna give me a cd

Talkin about,

Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio

And fuck with us, or else...

I said, don't you punk brother ass niggaz know

This is Monopoly, don't nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars

Unless we say so

[Tech N9ne]

This merciless

This is musical massacre

Mammoth, imagine my motive, mane

No murkin us

Mimicin muthafuckaz may mock

But on my momma millimeter

My miscous mo murda make millions mack mommies and mosh

This is pain, This unforgettable thang

Is my talent untamable?

Tech is the tyranny

Bang on you niggaz who never have respect for who ever

Pullin you pussies apart, My competitor's plain

In the dark when they sleep

On my incredible heat

Fuck you, I'm fed up

My fist for faggots and freaks

Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released

B is for blood

We bangin and blastin at beef

This is ignorant

Get a whiff of his lyrics

So rigorous, niggerous, carnivorous delivery

Come with me, it'll be bitches and thizzery

Fuck with me

And believe that we niggaz will put you out of your misery

[Chorus]

If you ever disrespect

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

If you run up on my set

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

I'm a muthafuckin vet

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

'Bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim)

My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)

[Journalist]

My split is psycho like Michael's knife

I admire your Freddy Crouger then dream your life

My brain is too deep, I can think alive

And kill death itself in one of freestyle lines

Lyrically, rappers aren't better than me

Cause I'm hard in this rap game

You lighter then a feather to me

So come with it

It's the devil in me that'll blast at your afterlife

Until your ass is restin in peace

Muthafucka, you don't want it with a gangsta

16 shots and have my little brother shank ya

Thank ya, No thank ya

Boy rearrange ya hands with ya head

Heads up and I'll bang ya

I hear you barkin but you aint bit shit

My shot's dig through

They call 'em hollow tips

It's a killa season and you aint killed shit

Misery Loves Kompany, now a complimaent bitch

[Chorus]

If you ever disrespect

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

If you run up on my set

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

I'm a muthafuckin vet

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim)

My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)

[Yukmouth]

This is misery, misery artillery for the killin spree

Hit the block, see the enemy, Kill 'em off like a Kennedy

Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze

You niggaz finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery

Rome to Italy, ridin on chrome literally

Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't got shit on me

Riddle me, riddle me, Which rapper gone snitch on me

When I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his misery

They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit

Squashed my beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit

Bo signed to Cashville

I'm makin it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life

You'll find you body slain in Houston, bitch

I'm on the block with that Praline

Until the cop's jumpin out the van like the A-Team, I slang cream

The West Coast Don and Kansas City King

You ain't know? Tecca Nina, General in The Regime

[Chorus]

If you ever disrespect

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

If you run up on my set

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

I'm a muthafuckin vet

I'll put you out of your misery

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery

You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim)

My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)