Intro:-
Yo, mic check, its StrayDawg. Fuck an intro , man! C'mon LETS GO!
Verse#1:-
Yo it's my first bar so call it the beginning of the end //
I jump on stage and don't kill it ? Y'all niggas pretend //
Shit so thriller call me a savage killer, I'm barbaric //
Trynna join the HipHop stream, climbin' this pillar hustlin iller //
I come bursting causing combustion by my rhymes //
I'd be in for a lifetime if bodying beats was a crime //
Put a bomb in your girl's womb, fuck her with a dog's dong //
Or I could get her a Bamboo stick if she likes it long //
My rhymes be strikin' at em' hard, tearing your heart apart //
Get a knife and make up a couple of slices, JESUS CHRIST! //
I don't say it with pride but you peeps don't match my specs //
To you, my words sound complex and give you hecks //
Cause everytime I spit, I make sure I go hard, like I'm a T-Rex //
You bitches ain't got skills, ask people, they know my drill //
Goin be famous, like Benjamin Franklin on a hundred dollar bill //
These motherfuckers want me to spit it slow, FUCK NO //
Nigga my frozen flows are better than your 100-GOs //
Lobotomize you, mummify you and leave you to rot //
Piss on the decayed fossils that I caught thats what i thought //
Bitches I'm wicked, I already preordered hell's ticket //
'Sir, Are you up for this one sided visit?' Yes! I ticked it //
Look at my ballsack as I tell your girl to lick it //
With her tits I'm playing cricket?!! Fuck that, Yo kick it //
It's about time that I drive off the Grand Canyon with 6 bitches trapped in the back of a Caddilac //
You droppin' a track sounded whack like fucking acrobats flipping their asses on a gigantic jumping jack //
Hook :- (x2)
Yo, Let the game begin, but I am here so call it a MASSACRE//
It's a lyrical assasination of rappers, so call it a MASSACRE //
You getting killed, it's not TRAGICAL, it's just a MASSACRE //
This magical RADICAL causing this fucking MASSACRE //
Verse#2:-
You niggas degraded stop your fucking D rated shit //
It was just one verse and you have been raided //
Your mind is faded like you have been heavily sedated //
Yeah motherfuckers, its my 2nd bar and i said it as i laid it //
I know you got a dick..up your ass (haha) //
Im cold hearted like took a bath from frozen n2 gas //
Skin you alive, cut out ur inners and eat em from a bowl //
Shout out the D.O.G backwards, and call me S. God //
Muthufuckas drink my dog's pee your are the Dawg's prey //
Situation getting tighter its the arrival of sick rhyme writer //
You're just a bunch of amateurs, you niggas immature, I'm mature//
Yo I'm killin' it, I'm sick and this sickness of mine got no cure //
Putting you in a fucking dungeon and lock it, pull my Glock out and cock it //
Noobick niggers getting their heads popp-ed I got a fucking limit and you should never cross it //
Unless you got nothing to live for, yeah that'd be a fucking sour //
Man I'm gettin bored of killing these whores //
Dawg on the mic like death knockin' at your door//
I just need a pen and a pad, I'll be writing my own fate //
Seen many like you cocksuckers, but kept the same mindstate //
These skills of 9th grade? The won't fade they escalate //
I'm just trynna not to get late to be great, mate //
Look at em' rappers getting killed, it's a sad spectacle //
Listen to these bars like its a fucking lyrical miracle //
That's right! I strike I'm kinda like Mike on a mic //
I would just shoot you in the head //
But it just doesnt seem right, Imma hold a bullet in my hand //
And your head in the other hand, imma get a knife, put a hole in your //
Mind, and imma put the bullet in it, get you 69 stitches (bitches) //
Hook :- (x2)
Yo, Let the game begin, but I am here so call it a MASSACRE//
It's a lyrical assasination of rappers, so call it a MASSACRE //
You getting killed, it's not TRAGICAL, it's just a MASSACRE //
This magical RADICAL causing this fucking MASSACRE //
Verse#3:-
No margin lines on this paper, no limit to these fucking words //
I'm insane from the membrane, tongue's like a crazy caged bird //
These words be Samurai Swords coming out of my vocal cords //
Nigga talking guns and selling drugs doesn't make you a thug //
So some fags come to tell me who i am on my Facebook page //
Show whatchu got, get your shit together lay it down on a page //
Taking ever single headshot like im on a fucking rampage //
I ain't aged but I'm fully grown I'm killing these newborns //
Peeping toms who got nothing else to do but watching porn //
My pen? Man It's a Tsetse stinger, call me the death bringer //
Get off ended, it's a rule fool, everybody gets the finger //
Yo, I'll be DJ'ing and laughing right next to your coffin //
Nigga call this a ritual of real hip hop, I'm fucking scoffing //
Beware I know all your bullshit motherfuckers I could be its exposer //
Get yourselves a life and keep up with your own business losers //
I say what I wanna say, if I offended you, sorry I can't apologize //
Trynna' acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify //
I'm banging these lasses in their asses, never try to mess with me //
Yeah I said never mess with me, cause I'll have a murder to confess you see //
I kill niggers as I pull em' triggers, fuck em' haters I'm the greatest!
Let's slow down the pace so these faggots could understand some shit //
Wanna wipe y'all off the earth's face cause you a disgrace to human race //
Droppin' shit so whack wanna get you dead ressurect you and kill you again //
Spitting these verses they strikin' at you like irreversible curses, striking so hard you'd be needing doctors and nurses!
