Lyrics The Mob Rap, Pt. 6 - JT Music

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