"Misery" lyrics
(feat. Journalist & Yukmouth)
[Makzilla:]
Aye Sam
Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest
To these jugga head-ass niggas out here
They running around like they don't know Strange is the lions den
Nigga we the motherfucking kings of the jungle
I'm in the restaurant chilling with this new piece of bootany the other night
You know a nigga gonna give me a CD
Talking about
Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio
And fuck with us, or else
I said, don't you punk brother ass niggas know
This is Monopoly, don't nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars
Unless we say so
[Tech N9ne:]
This is merciless, this is musical massacre, mammoth, imagine my motive, man, no murking us, mimicking motherfuckers may mock
But on my mama millimeter, my missions, mo murder, make millions, mack mommies and mosh
This is pain, this unforgettable thang, is my talent untamable? Tech is the tyranny, bang
On you niggas who never have respect for whoever pulling 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 you faggots and freaks
Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released, Bs for blood, we banging and blasting 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 niggas will put you out of your misery
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 motherfucking 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)
[Journalist:]
My split is psycho like Michael's knife, I admire your Freddy Kruger 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 resting in peace
Motherfucker, you don't want it with a gangster, sixteen 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 barking but you ain't bit shit, my shot's dig through, they call 'em hollow tips
It's a killa season and you ain't killed shit, Misery Loves Kompany, now a compliment bitch
[Tech N9ne:]
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 motherfucking 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 killing spree
Hit the block, see the enemy, kill 'em off like a Kennedy
Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze
You niggas finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery
Rome to Italy, riding on chrome literally
Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't got shit on me
Riddle me, riddle me. Which rapper gon' 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 making it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life
You'll find your body slain in Houston, bitch, I'm on the block with that Praline
Until the cop's jumping 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
[Tech N9ne:]
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 motherfucking 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)
Aye Sam
Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest
To these jugga head-ass niggas out here
They running around like they don't know Strange is the lions den
Nigga we the motherfucking kings of the jungle
I'm in the restaurant chilling with this new piece of bootany the other night
You know a nigga gonna give me a CD
Talking about
Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio
And fuck with us, or else
I said, don't you punk brother ass niggas know
This is Monopoly, don't nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars
Unless we say so
[Tech N9ne:]
This is merciless, this is musical massacre, mammoth, imagine my motive, man, no murking us, mimicking motherfuckers may mock
But on my mama millimeter, my missions, mo murder, make millions, mack mommies and mosh
This is pain, this unforgettable thang, is my talent untamable? Tech is the tyranny, bang
On you niggas who never have respect for whoever pulling 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 you faggots and freaks
Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released, Bs for blood, we banging and blasting 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 niggas will put you out of your misery
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 motherfucking 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)
[Journalist:]
My split is psycho like Michael's knife, I admire your Freddy Kruger 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 resting in peace
Motherfucker, you don't want it with a gangster, sixteen 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 barking but you ain't bit shit, my shot's dig through, they call 'em hollow tips
It's a killa season and you ain't killed shit, Misery Loves Kompany, now a compliment bitch
[Tech N9ne:]
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 motherfucking 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 killing spree
Hit the block, see the enemy, kill 'em off like a Kennedy
Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze
You niggas finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery
Rome to Italy, riding on chrome literally
Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't got shit on me
Riddle me, riddle me. Which rapper gon' 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 making it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life
You'll find your body slain in Houston, bitch, I'm on the block with that Praline
Until the cop's jumping 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
[Tech N9ne:]
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 motherfucking 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)
Writer(s): Jerold D. Ellis
