Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mob Rap, Pt. 6, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 08.06.2018
Song language: English
The Mob Rap, Pt. 6 |
| You already know the undead abomination |
| Better lock all your doors cuz I wanna break in |
| This OG Zombie’s still just as grisly |
| Daddy I’m hungry — son, I’m busy |
| But I want brains! |
| I’m working on it now, kid |
| You’re dead to me! |
| That’s it, you’re grounded |
| I wish I had time for a longer verse |
| I’m still a zombie, but a father first |
| That doesn’t mean you can’t get back on the saddle |
| When I hit the scene, you know bones will rattle |
| I’m a bowman whose skills are long reputed |
| I’ll strike you in the heart with an arrow — Cupid |
| Beg for mercy, you’ll find I’m heartless |
| Run and hide cuz I do not miss my targets |
| The sun goes down, that’s when we get started |
| But when my Mobs spot you, you’ll get bombarded |
| That’s what I think of you |
| You got a problem with a llama? |
| Try to bring it dude |
| I’ll hock a loogie on your face |
| And put you and your obnoxious dogs in place |
| Don’t try to tame me because that will fail |
| Wait, is that hay? |
| Let me have a bale |
| Please just don’t load up my back with a chest |
| I’m not a pack mule, I would rather be dead |
| It’s okay my man, I’m a fan of animals |
| My land is fertile with plants and vegetables |
| All organic with plenty of edibles |
| And my Golem guards are all dependable |
| It would be a shame if it all got pillaged |
| Oh no, illagers are taking my village |
| The Evoker’s sure to get you Vexed |
| No griefers man, did you read the text? |
| Don’t trust your eyes, or I’ll rob you blind |
| I don’t need to be a witch to play tricks on your mind |
| Forget magic, I’d rather use an axe kill |
| Is this Minecraft or a slasher film? |
| Neither — I’m weaving a web that’ll lead you to death |
| Don’t even think about leaving, I will eat you instead |
| So be careful if you come across a cave |
| Only thing I’m digging is a mob-sized grave |
| I’m not a miner, I’m a fighter, sick of hiding |
| Soon I’ll retire with my diamonds to an island |
| Forget about survival |
| This rap will be your final |
| Just face the doom you can’t avoid |
| When I’m gone you’ll be unemployed |
| Can it, grampa, your career has fizzled |
| I hop on the beat and make the track sizzle |
| Listen for the hiss, it’s your signal to run |
| My rhymes are explosive and no that isn’t a pun |
| Woops, does anyone have a light? |
| Honestly this never happens, my fuse won’t ignite |
| Don’t judge me, I’m getting old for a creeper |
| Now you’ll think twice to call me an old geezer |
| Somebody needs a light you say? |
| Leave that to blaze I stay lit all day |
| Blaze nation is going all the way |
| Try to put me out, I’ll smoke you like a vape |
| Dishing out blaze rods — my bars are flaming |
| I drop 'em like they’re hot — can I get an amen? |
| Representing the Nether forever |
| Bring your friends man, you’ll be Blazin' together |
| I’m back with a vengeance, suckers |
| The chicken is in the house, mothercluckers |
| I’ve laid so many eggs you’ll get stuck with |
| I ain’t the kind of bird that you wanna pluck with |
| Chicken, come on, you’re giving us a bad reputation |
| Nobody asked you, ya fat slob of bacon |
| I’m the cockiest kind of livestock |
| And if you disagree you can suck on my — STOP! |
| I’m not a miner, I’m a fighter, sick of hiding |
| Soon I’ll retire with my diamonds to an island |
| This fight will be your last one |
| Just need a brief distraction |
| Look, singing dirtblocks! |
| Right behind you! |
| Oh, really? |
| Can they harmonize too? |
| What kind of world would you live in without me? |
| We will support you all, the earth beneath your feet |
| This crazy world is turning but this dirt will hold its ground |
| Excuse me who are you and can you put me down? |
| Sorry, carrying block is just something I like |
| Hey, haven’t we met at an open mic? |
| Why am I even on this track? |
| I never signed up for this — NO EYE CONTACT |
| I really don’t want to sit through this again |
| So let me teleport straight to the End |
| For the last time, rapping isn’t something I enjoy |
| Then pass me the mic and let me destroy |
| DJ DeadPig, spin that shit |
| Been spending time in the lab, refining my rap |
| The only craft that you’ve mastered is mining — it’s sad |
| All of y’all have made these raps a living hell for me |
| Can’t even think for yourselves — mob mentality |
| You got elementary rhymes, I break a mental sweat with mine |
| When you rejected me, I spent time perfecting every line |
| Spitting literal fire, with formidable size |
| If you belittle me it’ll fail, my confidence flies |
| Cut the beat |
| I don’t need to hear a beat to lyrically annihilate you |
| Y’all so far beneath me, makes it hard for me to hate you |
| Step up to my level, then we’ll get to talkin' business |
| You know the game I’m playing — survival of the fittest |
| Your writtens are for children, I’ll show you that I’m better |
| I’ll have your music box blasting the Ghast’s platinum record |
| And before I drop this mic, I’ll drop a bomb on this mob army |
| Y’all are long outdated, I’m bouncing out this block party |