Rashon J - MOTHER'S DAY MASSACRE Lyrics

Michael Myers was pure evil
He took our dreams and turned them into nightmares

I don't even know why I'm doing this, like-
You got me blocked on everything like a bitch, but-
Yeah

I'm shooting shots like I'm Curry, lil nigga, swear I been wet
You sleeping with your brother, bitch, to me, that looks like incest
This nigga so beneath me, I'ma squash him like an insect
No NBA, I heard you into young boys, should've been checked

How the f*ck I gotta wipe this nigga, Mr. Clean
You older than me but still got the mindset of a teen
Makes plenty sense to me 'cause little kids are who you fiend
I'm killing niggas, Michael Myers, this ain't Halloween
Your bank account ain't never shown no number in the green
When I say I'm a killer, I'ma show you what I mean
This a mother f*cking murder, I'ma make you bleed
Killing niggas, Michael Myers, this ain't Halloween

This too easy nigga, this a f*cking layup
You did it to yourself, passing blame ain't doing favors
Stay with your momma on the couch, better save your paper
If you Will, I guess I'm August, so what's up to Jada
You sick inside your head, get sent to hell by God, your maker
Take it too literal when God told you to love thy neighbor
Indecent exposure don't sound like no Christian behavior
You should be locked behind bars, there's no way to escape it
Yeah, you can ask Zoe, she can back it up
Autumn, she can back it up
You know I'ma back it up
You don't like the way I talk when you acting up
Should've kept your mouth closed instead of acting tough
You thought I wouldn't bring up getting fired at the Wayland
You told me that you lifted up a skirt, man what you saying
Zoe moved states from all the trauma, she needs saving
Jesus loving predator, two different types of praying

How the f*ck I gotta wipe this nigga, Mr. Clean
You older than me but still got the mindset of a teen
Makes plenty sense to me 'cause little kids are who you fiend
I'm killing niggas, Michael Myers, this ain't Halloween
Your bank account ain't never shown no number in the green
When I say I'm a killer, I'ma show you what I mean
This a mother f*cking murder, I'ma make you bleed
Killing niggas, Michael Myers, this ain't Halloween

This ain't Halloween, nah
This ain't Halloween, nah
Freddy Krueger, nigga, see me in your dreams, yuh
This ain't Halloween, nah
This ain't Halloween, nah
Jason V, nigga, I'ma make you bleed, boy, what's up

Yeah
I know it's Mother's Day and you a mommas boy, so
Happy Mother's Day, Sarellyn
I didn't wanna do it, but

5 monthly listeners, boy, tell me where's your fans
I'm at 20k, so nigga, catch me if you can
You know I put you on, nigga, run me my advance
Money cycling like I just did the Tour de France
Sarellyn, Joseph, Walter too, shoutout to the fam
They gon' watch me put you in a grave and do my dance
Your victims told you "J, I'm just a kid", no Simple Plan
Acting like you ain't a sicko, posting on the Gram

Tried to tell you put the pen down
You don't want the smoke, that's for sure
Why'd you have to go and run your mouth
We both know that rapping is a sport
I'm competitive as they come
You a little freaky man whore
I'm waiting, there's nowhere that you can run
Let's see you try and even up the score
Pipe down little bitch nigga, your daddy talking to you
Guess I can't blame you for how you ended up 'cause your daddy didn't choose you
It took a toll on your mommas mental health, raising two boys can be a handful
She schizophrenic, talking to herself, your momma went cuckoo
I took a page out of your book
I swear that these niggas is shook
I'm cheffing it up, watch me cook
I ain't letting your ass off the hook
You say that you write all my raps
Shit, how ironic is that
Cause nobody touching me, not with the pen, you could ask Marky M, that's a fact
Smoking this boy like a pack
You better learn how to act
'Cause this is a warning, I'm tryna be nice, you don't want me to run it back
Yeah, yeah this a warning, better listen
You don't want to find out what we cooking in the

5 monthly listeners, boy, tell me where's your fans
I'm at 20k, so nigga, catch me if you can
You know I put you on, nigga, run me my advance
Money cycling like I just did the Tour de France
Sarellyn, Joseph, Walter too, shoutout to the fam
They gon' watch me put you in a grave and do my dance
Your victims told you "J, I'm just a kid", no simple plan
Acting like you ain't a sicko, posting on the Gram, yeah

Get your bald ass walked down, bitch ass boy

Alright, alright, alright
I had my fun on those last two, but
It's time for the facts
Yeah

You dropped out of school in 2015
And it's ironic, education is the thing that you need
There's been some trauma in your life, know that shit can get deep
I know your mans got shot and killed by his mom in his sleep
I know it hurt, felt worse than when you're cut and you bleed
You're wishing you could wake up and this shit was a dream
So you turn to God and you beg and you plead
But it's the devil who responded and turned you to a freak, what the f*ck
And this ain't even everything I know, it's just a light
Fade
Your rapping skills ain't up to par with mine, you just a lightweight
I thought 'bout your rebuttal, I ain't worried what you might say
You can't set me up, nigga, no this ain't a blind date
Talk 'bout when I had a younger partner, I was 17
Leak my diagnosis, go ahead, you're not a threat to me
Speak on all the drama in October I was in between
Bring up when I used to speak to Aspen, I ain't talking trees
Huh, yeah
But let's get back to you though
You don't got no future, you ain't Pluto
89 soul, we'll turn Jada to a group hoe
We might pass her back, nigga, who knows

Who the f*ck knows
I'm out this bitch, so
You can respond if you want, but
I wouldn't
We just gon' let it ride from here
I'm waiting on you, boy
Yeah