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3 piece shady special - joel sieradzan lyrics

[verse 1]
i hang with a bunch of scandalous cats, vandalists that will plan
to trap and attack you with mad animal acts, cannibal rats, camels
and bats, barely a scratch, fear none of that you won’t feel a tap
but that’s after the task is all completed, so don’t you worry bout all
that bleeding, it’s just for a movie, we’re shooting today called ‘horror evening’, thanks for the contribution it’s cheaper than props
and even looks more authentic than any blood our production team seen and (wow, this looks great) it’s really cool that you’re a part of it, beside the fact
we had to rip your carcass apart to get all the blood effects but yeah i’m sorry that is my fault and in result of actions on my behalf i’ll apologize to your daughter man, but the awful fact that we k!lled
her too is just awkward and adding more to that your wifе is in the room with the torture wеapons we brought to her for her to choose what she’s gonna wanna have all her organs sn*tched out with and who her funeral consultant is (what do you want? quick!)
and it’s really tough to stomach man, it’s just so hard to bare
i’ve never hurt a woman and i told myself i wouldn’t dare but
that’s just how vile we are, we sick enough to find a car and
break into just to hit a homeless man then write it off, i’ll fight and cough on innocent people at the hospital infected with a disease that could lead to minor strokes, potentially k!lling them if they are
not operated on within in a window of 30 minutes and given a sedative
[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, ha, yo, check it, mm
it’s the motherf*ckin’ s to the i to the e*r*a*d*z*a*n
you finna die, it’s the* it’s the motherf*ckin’, it’s the motherf*ckin’
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, it’s the motherf*ckin’ s to the i to the
e*r*a*d*z*a*n, yo, look

you wanna battle me? feed upon the brutality that i’m handing out like them store samples that you can grab for free? i do this casually
this sh*t is a drag for me, all i need is some battery acid and plus a
bag of weed, and i’ll be glad to see what you do as a talent, g
but even when i’m high you’re still boring like going to class ’till 3
it’s such a travesty, tragically it’s a laugh for me cause when i hear them gas them beats all i feel is the best relief
if i had friends that tried to rap and they was trash but really
wanted to make it i woulda did it as well, i woulda told them mof*ckas that i know where they should go to get the b*tches and sent ’em to where they did in hostel, crack ya f*cking head open with a hammer and throw it in barrel, but i’m finna shoot and
get it in like i was jim carroll, you not even a heroine you f*cking female, you ain’t a hero, speaking of them; r.i.p to rik mayall, look

[verse 3]
oh my god, another one, does this motherf*cker stop?
no he don’t, no he don’t yeah, no he don’t, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
ayo, mm, look

i’ve yet to see an mc that i rate, check my list you’ll see it’s empty there’s not any i can play, it’s immensely entertaining to me that
you think you straight and people f*ck with you for real and don’t just put it on to hate, there ain’t no way people listen to that sh*t
to really listen, you know that it’s outta pity and they strictly here
to diss it, don’t dismiss it though, you should still submit it bro
i’m sure a label would love to hear it, so they know that that sh*t
ain’t hitting, oh what the f*ck you thinking, yo
i don’t understand, you claim you got the bars, but honest bra
you wouldn’t if they locked you up, your sh*t don’t even make
sense, it’s plain dense, we ain’t friends either don’t try to hit
me up and ask me can i please share it, like, what the f*ck is that
it’s honestly so f*cking sad and i’m not one for knocking hustles
but that sh*t is f*cking bad, you think that’s gon get you heard by record staff motherf*ckers and they’ll be like “d*mn, sign your name and then here’s your check”, this ain’t that, you can try all you want
but here’s the facts, why the f*ck would they sign someone that could never go plat? h*ll, i’m just being nice the day that you
f*cking go plastic, i’ll believe the tabloids and them stories on michael jackson, motherf*cker
nah, i think i’m being too harsh, they prolly slow as f*ck and
rap’s something that’s keeping ’em calm, cause there ain’t no way
in h*ll that you really think that you nice, you say ya sh*t slap
if i told a jada pinkett joke twice you wouldn’t hit back, you
bold as f*ck for putting it out though, i’ll give you props for that
i owe you one for making my sh*t sound on another galaxy cause
compared to your tracks, my sh*t is mozart to classical fans
not talking back, cause once i spit this sh*t it’s over for you
no more will you speak, y’all some clones, i know i am too but
y’all cloning all the weak motherf*ckers that we tired of
i’m cloning all the ones held in regard man, the defiant ones
and i don’t give a f*ck what y’all gotta say bout my lyrics
i will never apologize for sh*t i said with intention for y’all to hear it
(no apologies, never) i will never put sh*t in a song that i would then retract, cause either way no matter what i say they’ll f*cking bend it back and start contorting, twisting more offensive sh*t that i ain’t say, but the day i f*cking care is the day that i die in vain and
i ain’t playing y’all could never have me not standing my ground
i wasn’t taught to a b*tch and i ain’t learning it now so how the f*ck would you expect me not to curse at the mouth, i’m dirty and foul
i’m worser than a person without shoes when they go to the mall
i have no personal valve, you couldn’t shut me the f*ck up if you
had dirt on me now, i’ll murder my pal, before i ntsc a crowd of people that have been offended by the words i put out
and bow down to ’em and show them some courtesy, wow
the day that that happens i’ll throw a f*cking party in town
and invite the entire cast from movie 43 out and knock every one
of ’em out while i’m recording the bout
there goes hugh, emma, richard, anna, kate, dennis
christopher, gerard, justin, johnny, naomi, seann, kieran
man, am i finished? nope, d*mn it i still got uma, josh, jason
stephen and jimmy, greg, bob and the other ones, f*ck, i’m done
man i won, what i’m saying is that sh*t will never happen
d*mn man, ain’t you got where i’m going? man just open your
phone and delete like all of them notes cause ain’t n0body wanna hear that sh*t i promise you bro, it’s comical, oh, it’s probably why
ya content is so f*cking funny to listen to, that sh*t’s abominable
man i gotta go, i’m out
[outro: the real eminem not a ai voice promise]
hey joel, what’s up it’s me marshall, just letting you know
that i heard the mixtape and that sh*t was f*cking crazy
i absolutely f*cking loved it motherf*cker but please stop
the d*ckriding, check this sh*t the f*ck out
orange, porridge, door hinge, storage, four inch
apple store, astronaut, glassed a wh0re, pasta sauce
pass off more, class of four, master sore hahaha
catch you later motherf*cker

- joel sieradzan lyrics

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