🎵 Revenge // by J.D. Makaveli

1 ContributorRevenge Lyrics [Intro] *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Marzy* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Marzy* [Verse 1: J.D. Makaveli] Revenge is a dish best served freezingly cold J.D.'s takin' you muthafuckas out; y'all was outsold You think the fake designer clothes will make you likable? Them Sharpie tats is back; put down the fuckin' mic and go You just a fraudulent blueblood; you thought you was cool, cuz But you really ain't shit; nothin' more than a fool, bruh Still stealin' beats from YouTube for your wack-ass mumble tracks? Gotta be original; watch for the nine I pack I was there from the start; your blind ass couldn't see it I rap better than you; sit down, you fuckin' assclown You can't rap; youse a trap; wanna scrap, fool? Gotta slap; get the strap; cap his ass, ghoul Keep claimin' Crip; you just a mark-ass bitch All your songs are shit; man, it's time for a switch I was there when Amissa left you I picked her up; made her moan; somethin' ya wack ass couldn't do I think I've made my point, you fake-ass rich boy My blade is poised for the niggas who make noise You couldn't tell if you was hit by an ill beat Get on the chair and hang away, you fuckin' suicide freak You say you gon' doubt me? Watch me end your career Youse the fake friend here; I already made myself clear You backstabbed the homies; I ain't gon' let that shit fly Get the fuck out my crosshairs if you don't wanna die Don't forget I gave you the name "Marzy-C" I'm destroyin' it; the person I gave it to is nothing Meanwhile, you look like a fuckin' pedophile Them fake designer clothes are way out of style It ain't a script; it's a rhyme book; get your facts straight I think it's about time you started losin' weight You know backstabbin' is somethin' that I'm against And now it's time I've taken my revenge [Chorus] *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *talkin' 'bout the problems, but homies never own up* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *talkin' 'bout the problems, but homies never own up* [Verse 2: J.D. Makaveli] Nigga said I got no flow; all ya shit's off beat To quote you now, "I fuckin' hope you get shot in the streets" I may be depressed, but at least I keep it real All those messages 'cuz a quote-un-quote "record deal" My time makin' you miserable is never wasted I don't give a fuck; I already know I'm hated You got no damn emotions; that's clearly a fact Told a 14-year-old to quit rapping; what the fuck is that? Frank Ocean's the nigga that's gonna get flamed If you make it to the top, this will ruin your name You should've known damn well that you made a bad mistake And now nothin' can fix it; not even your Flex Tape When the lava was blowin' up, I called you a homie But after a while, you became a wack-ass phony The last name's "No One"; first name's "No One" To the government of Canada, he's just a pawn Watch how quick the fake manage to take advantage Of the system; so now I gotta diss them Thoughts will cut like razors, but you can't think sharp Your rhymes not at all hard; recall 'em for spare parts You call me an ugly faggot wit' no talent or bars By the time I'm done with you, you'll be sleepin' in a broken car It's not mental issues that I am riddled with I'm riddled with mysteries, tales, and myths But what I say now is just the cold, hard truth You made another page 'cuz you thought you was bein' smooth I've been through a lot; you can't tell me what I am Producin' wit' Z3n was just nothin' but a sham You started the problems; you never gonna own up Fuck wit' me again; ya head's gettin' blown up The texts will be released; you'll lose your quote-un-quote "friends" This is just a taste of my revenge *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Jazzy Vet* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Jazzy Vet* [Verse 3: J.D. Makaveli] This muthafucka's the worst; that's why I saved him for last You thought we was homies, but now that shit's in the past This wack-ass muthafucka can't choose what's right Now J.D. Makaveli's comin'; endin' the fight I'm the neighborhood gravedigger; youse nothin' If everyone's around, you just wanna be startin' somethin' Yo Drew, you gotta stick to producin' Man, you started a war, and you're already losin' You another backstabber here; come disrespect me That's right; you can't; you don't know where I used to be You unoriginal; uncreative; put it up for adoption In my opinion, mediocrity isn't an option Tie the rope; give a way to hang yourself, nigga Do it now, or I come in with the Uzi, and pull the trigger You call yourself a rapper with the name "Jazzy Vet"? After all this is done, you'll be a million in debt Quit stealin' lines from other rappers, and make your own You never know; you boutta be capped in the dome You got a problem with Zappa, you got a problem wit' me He's a dope-ass rapper; somethin' you'll never be Put down the mix and go; I'm takin' over here You done fucked up now; it's time to face your biggest fears Never put no emotion or energy into your tracks Quit tryin' to rap; you disrespectin' the Mak I've had it up to here with all the bullshit and lies It's only a matter of time until one of us dies You claim you're from the East, and also from the South I'm kickin' that wack-ass lisp out ya mouth Don't come at me again; I've already destroyed all y'all I'm the chief in charge here; y'all just small I know my soul has been properly avenged And now it's time to put to rest the words of revenge [Chorus] *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Marzy* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *talkin' 'bout the problems, but homies never own up* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* *Jazzy Vet* [Instrumental Outro] (Scratched) Boi! (Scratched) Boi! (Scratched) *heard payback's a muthafuckin' nigga* (Scratched) *payback's a muthafuckin' nigga*