Lyrics S.T.F.U - Jabez Z

No more fuckin' peeps
Be quiet
Don't fuckin' speak
Be silent
Listen to me for about a week
Then ask me about my fuckin' dreams
And while you're at it
Shut the fuck up
Be quiet
Don't fuckin' speak
Be silent
Shut the fuck up
Bitch

Close your mouths 'til my ballads done
Opinions, y'all ain't got a valid one
Oppostion requires balance, done
Y'all can't taste what my palletes munched
I pulled pallets once
E.P.J
Y'all should work for that fuckin' place
Good pay
But y'all shouldn't stay
'Cause they're fuckin' lame.
What a fuckin' shame
They bite off more then they can chew
Who knew that I would fly right through
Said farewell to the fuckin' shrewds
Returned to the game just to see y'all snooze
Y'all shouldn't speak, if y'all have a doubt
If y'all could only hear the shit you spout
Do y'all kiss your mothers with that mouth
You might as well if your father's out
Shut the fuck up
Step back
Little fountain ass
Don't spit while you talk trash
Y'all cock suckin'
'Cause it cost nothin'
Y'all straight suckin' like fuckin' fags
At least y'all preoccupied
Mouth stuck open with a dick inside
About time y'all learn to pipe down
Y'all heard me right

Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak when your throats blocked
I'm pretty sure I told y'all to
Shut the fuck up
Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak when your throats blocked
I'm pretty sure I told y'all to
Shut the fuck up

Disappearin' ink on a clean piece of paper
Mis-perceivin' lyrics no wonder you favor
These industry schemers who only cater
To misdemeanors and substance abuse
Lately rubbed the wrong way like H2O2 on a loose
Cut so I wrote this tune for you
You think you're on high horse
Bitch what you smokin'
Call me hydrogen
'Cause I'm like peroxide in your open wounds
There's Fifty Shades of Grey
Fifty-two shades of me
The nitty gritty haters critiquin' my movie
Shackles and chains
Cackles and blades
A little fun with the subs I dominate
Look me in the eyes
Stare at my face
Ya luck is up
So shut the fuck up 'fore
I put you in your place
Like a realtor with free space
No wonder I live rent free in your mouth
Massive diction like queen of the south
Now yo ass cope eviction
Fixed position is an open house

Please, words are weapons
Powerfully paired with a certain sentence
Y'all never spit the perfect message
Loyal homies get first dibs at entrance
Shut the fuck up
Up fuck the shut
Backwards sounds like gibberish
Sounds like y'all with your fuckin' lips
I wish it wasn't true fact that sometimes I like hate
It motivates
Fuckin' motor race
I'm entertained
By cold debates
But y'all don't know when to stop and argue
Meetin' somewhere with code and barstools
Microphones and pads that start feuds
All that shit takes parts and feul
So delay your shit
Take a nap
Eat your snacks
So I won't fuckin' snap
Clean this up, and stay off the map
Then I won't mention you in my raps

Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak when your throats blocked
I'm pretty sure I told y'all to
Shut the fuck up
Maybe now you won't talk
Maybe now you won't speak when your throats blocked
I'm pretty sure I told y'all to
Shut the fuck up
I'm Always Strong