Kyle Young - Beatle Juice

Hook:
I suggest you kill yourself
Here, you might need this noose
all the ladies say my name three times like Beetlejuice
I suggest you kill yourself
Here, you might need this noose
all the ladies say my name three times like Beetlejuice
Beatle Juice, Beatle Juice
Beatle Beatle Beatle Juice
Beatle Juice, Beatle Juice
Beatle Beatle Beatle Juice
I suggest you kill yourself
Here, you might need this noose
all the ladies say my name three times like Beetlejuice

Verse 1:
Ain’t nothing shady I’m crazy I’m not afraid
Of the dark in park
I hazy I’m bout to blaze
Puff a spark as I walk, my lady is rocking Rays
Not awkward when I talk, stay raisign the bar for day
Blow yay I’m off the chain, smoke haze I’m off in space
Tick tockin’ hip hoppin’ rick Rossin’, a bitch coppin’
Dick rockin’, ya bitch, her sis and this chick Rhonda and them
Asked them to ménage and they said they be honored with it
I call it powerliftin’, bagging these joints
The game is a monopoly, swagger league points
And I’m smacking these Doinks, straight abusing these clowns
Play with clips all day, never using a round
It’s like I’m glue to the ground on a flip flop earth
And this unusual sound, is a Hip Hop verse
Fuck this I’ll curse, run and get a nurse
Like something has burst
Come and pick your hearse, nigga

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Verse 2:
I suggest you kill yourself
Here, you might need this noose
all the bitches scream my name like I was Beetlejuice
Beatle Juice, eat my food
lethal flow the beat is too,
I record like it’s a sport
Life is short, don’t mean pum-pum
I’m the elephant in the room
Heavy metal in a cocoon
I’m a predator with a spoon
Not your regular gifted dude
I wont settle for most improved
I’m a rebel alone infused
With some devilish open views
What in the hell do I owe you?
How in the hell to I know you?
Learning to fly with no phone booth
Want my style I bet don’t you?
Pay me right I might coach you
Bring some fire, yeah I smoke too
Snoop from The Wire roll with the crew
We some diamonds still in our youth
Know a designer, throw me some shoes
I’m in my heyday on a vaca
That’s how I live day to day, say
Bust more nuts than a pay day
Niggas jumping ship like its mayday
Still live in the hood like Ray Ray
I’m Big and looking for Fay Fay
If I had one wish no Ray J
I’d freeze myself to the space age, but

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