JJ Demon - I k**ed Hip Hop 2 lyrics

Yo, I k**ed hip hop, rim shot In my purple flip flops, flex for the burbs That's my word, I'm Alfred Hitchco*k It ain't the size of your boat, but if you got your sh** docked Then you're probably rappin' about your money Get your wrist watch, tick tock Maybe if I had it, I would do it, too But I would rather make that sh** that you bang at your funeral Trashy and unusual, rugged like it's '93 I know you love it, but I love the way you keep remindin' me Finally, this is like a breath of clean air in the ruins of a dynasty Don't need to be scared Listen rappers, you complete me, I could never lose you Your emptiness inspires me entirely, it's voodoo It's blood inside my diary, my wiring is off Record labels should've fired me the day I flipped the cross Now I’m coming for your listeners to open up their minds to what is really goin’ on Here, let me open up the blinds (See?) [x3] Yeah, you’re in the same school, new grade level, cla** is in session And I hope you brought your grade shuffle,open to today’s lesson I watched these rappers gettin’ fatter while I starved But I ain’t starvin’ no more, darling, I’m just watching my carbs Everyone locking their cars like that sh**’ll stop a beast Your little a** called the jaws of life, you ain’t got the teeth I know you’re lookin’ at my scars, it’s a hard brew to swallow But if pain is beauty, I could be a supermodel Hit the store, scoop a bottle I don’t know how much you noticed, but I’m a little more vicious now You’re licking your wounds while I’m ripping all your stitches out I’m listenin’ to a different tune, R.I.P. to rappers, we’ll be missin’ you, missin’ you I don’t really listen to your sh** more than twice, all that tryna be creative sh** is nice But I’m surprised to say that I don’t really feel it And plus, I got the feelin’ that these kids want something with a little more feeling (Really?) [x3] Yeah, really Now tell me, can you feel me in your bones? Am I the spider you see crawlin’ across the ceiling of your home when you’re alone Tryin’ to call yourself an artist, and you mean it But it’s hardest cause you know you ain’t as hard as JJ Demon I got your beating heart inside my hand, look at you all wide-eyed and entranced I will bring you right back from the dead, so I can say bye-bye again, try again Dyin’s what you wear the suit and tie for To watch you blow your brains out in a car with suicide doors Are you alive, who*e? What the f** you alive for? Try to survive less and die more, I’m the advisor Don’t f** with me, you won’t-won’t be cool, it’ll be me, and it won’t be you Little me this on the little league list, you just use rap as a coping tool Now I don’t know what you’re hoping to do, I’m an early lead broken in two I’m doper than dope on the spoon, I’ll k** it and open a tomb I remember when they wouldn’t even look at me Now all the scene girls wanna throw a f** at me Really? You won’t know you’re dead until the walls start peeling Revealing all of your fears had come true Did I k** hip hop, or just k** you? (Hip hop’s dead, hip hop’s not dead) Really? You won’t know you’re dead until the walls start peeling Revealing all of your fears had come true Did I k** hip hop, or just k** you? (Hip hop’s dead, hip hop’s not dead) [x5]