[Lyric] Cashews (J Holmes)

[Intro: J Holmes]
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers
My machete sharp like Steve Harvey
Rap toast with green coffee
Hot headed blow steam off me
I can hear that cream calling

[Verse 1: J Holmes]
Cash rules that's bad news
I feel stuck like tattoos
I'm going nuts like cashews
I'm going dumb like baboons
I'm with the shits like bathrooms
Turnt up like classrooms
Get high with a bad bitch
We ducked off like half moons
You niggas trash like raccoons
Turned off like bad tunes
Samurai with this rap shit
Come take a look at my stab wounds
Eat a rapper with no spoon
Drop bombs with no boom
Smoking weed in a backroom
Pass out from the gas fume
Bag full like vacuums
Bass hit like good dope
Hard body like Mayweather
Cold-blooded like Rambo
Pistol grip with no handle
Slide on you no saddles
Watch ya mouth cause I'm from the south
Where they blow u out no candles and
They change on you like channels
Scheme on you with scandals
Niggas hate by the handful
Till your empire dismantled
I Go to war in a mantle
I chop heads with a big sword
I Fuck it up like a discord
Your rap carreer get destroyed
[Chorus: J Holmes]
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers

[Verse 2: J Holmes]
I'm in the cutt like a chainsaw
Penetrate like a paint ball
Bloody red on a white shirt
You ain't wiping that stain off
Where the hell is my brain yall
I been going insane yall
Clean the blood from the crime scene
Wipe my face with the same cloth
Still rap with a slit throat
Double edged utensil
Feel the burn from the hot lead
Coming out of my pencil
Brain cycle like menstrual
Words cutt like ginsu
Better give me my recognition
Cause you don't know what I've been through
Forced out like ginu so Mcs on my menu
Eat rappers like hindu
Leave blood all in your venue
Hog tie then skin you
Country boy in a pig pen
Jumped off of the deep end
Homicide in the pretense
Sharpen up my beak and claws
All on my feet then
Analyze your defense
Fly in with the east wind
Sharp talon on weak skin
Flame thrower that's sad news
I'm in the mix like ragu
Going cashews like Papoose
[Chorus: J Holmes]
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers

[Verse 3: J Holmes]
Broke glass on the front steps
Dead body on the back porch
Smoke a rapper like Kool shorts
Fold a rapper like passports
Still bucking like Broncos
Chop heads like Tonto
Pass the weed like Rondo
Where did all my time go
I'm a giant like Saquan
Hood nigga like Travon
First I add my flavor
Then I cook a rapper like Reakwon
I'm so cold my flow froze
You better have your skates on
These dope quotes I don't choke and
Never ride with my brakes on
Rude rapper no manners
Im going nuts like planters
Rich bitch like Rick James
With three hoes like Santa
Picture that with no camera
She just make me want her no fanta
Cowgirl name Hannah
With a camouflage bandana
Spit flame like dragons
Rhymes heavy like baggage
Shock the world like static
Im on top like attics
I never bend like water and
I put it all on my daughter
My style has no father
I make rappers fall like autumn
[Chorus: J Holmes]
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers