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pain in my eyes - jarren benton lyrics

[verse 1]
terrorist on the beat, in a booth with a jacket that’s filled with c-4
when this needle hit ’em they dying like philip seymour
hoffman, f-cking weirdo, i sleep in a coffin
i don’t sip promethazine for coughing
i told my chick to sneak this fifth in her purse
it’s more rappers, guess i dig a bigger ditch in the earth
your new b-tch my old b-tch, i stick my d-ck in her first
f-ck your favorite rapper, n-gga just a b-tch in a skirt
can’t afford a casket so we sit up stiff in a he-rs-
mama f-cked an alien, i came out different at birth
son of a cyborg, slice him with a samurai sword
cherish both of my kids, that’s something to die for
dive off a five-floor
then land in the drivers side of a white ford
catch him at the show and i’ll strangle him with the mic chord
name a rapper better than jarren so i can sever them
i’m running out of medicine, f-ck it, i’ll sniff excedrin
f-ck you and your next of kin and the rest of them
and a random mexican, i’m tripping off of mescaline
n-ggas full of estrogen, address me as your excellence
f-cking mad man wrestling elephants
lord knows, i woke up in a new bugatti with two new hotties
i kicked them hoes out the whip just like i knew karate
rest in peace to big l, biggie and 2pac
we can have a bar fight, i’ll slam his head in the jukebox
what it do, nas? yeah, this dude knock
these other lames are about as hot as like 2 watts
live in a gl-ss house, but they threw rocks
i came out ready to k!ll them all with the tube c-cked
so high five, guys, look on the bright side
ain’t have enough gas money to do the drive-by
you could see the pain in my soul, just look in my eyes
i’mma rep it right, it’s hip hop ’til i die

[hook]
i came out ready to k!ll them all with the tube c-cked
you could see the pain in my soul, just look in my eyes
i think they watching me, i know it’s just the reefer
you could see the pain, just look in my eyes
i’mma rep it right, i’mma rep it right
f-ck your favorite rapper, n-gga just a b-tch in a skirt
name a rapper better than jarren so i can sever them
n-ggas full of estrogen, address me as your excellence

[verse 2]
i’ll let the mac pop you, p-ss the hash and vodka
came out of my mama’s vag and went and smacked the doctor
i think they watching me; i know it’s just the reefer
you f-cking with the wrong n-ggas, just like justin bieber
i’m not afraid to die like ‘oh it’s just the reaper”
i’m sick like i just ingested ether
i’m telepathic, i heard you like the smell of f-ggots
k-c-i-d-t-a-e, b-tch, spell it backwards
i’m out in la stuck in h-lla traffic
my son p-ssed because i put a parent block on all the shows thats graphic
microphone addict
a creep just staring out his window of his lair
while the village throwing stones at it
i’m stillmatic, got a b-tch that’s a pill addict
i shoot the sh-t with my grandmomma while she peel cabbage
i f-ck hoes with low self-esteem to feel average
as a kid i stalked the forest just to k!ll rabbits
rappers sensitive like b-tches on their menstrual
i show you what i been through with a pencil
writing life on instrumentals, y’all n-ggas very sentimental
k!ll him and put him inside off the back of a lincoln continental
the night stalker is a slight talker
on the f-cking moon fighting martians with lightsabers like skywalker
stomping haters, it’s spilling blood on my timberlands
you never k!lled a n-gga in the hood like zimmerman, b-tch

[hook]

- jarren benton lyrics

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