Jeu De Mots by TRVR Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My insanity happily came back to me
I’m waist deep into this shit so I don’t ever sag my jeans
Hatin’ me is blasphemy, it’s a blast for me
When I aim for your mouth like a damn cavity
The only crown you dudes need to wear is a pageant queen’s
I’m just a King with a Vibe like some magazines
White man rappin’, I ain't something that you haven’t seen
The way I do it, you know I never lack esteem
Nowhere near perfect but the flow is
I leave roses on your casket then close it
I notice signs of psychosis, so focused
Got a bad bitch going down like a demotion
Step up in this bitch in my loafers
You broke boys only get checks in poker
Reppin’ California like DeRozan as a Trojan
I’m West coastin’, yeah my shit Xxplosive
Yeah my shit Xxplosive
Yeah my shit Xxplosive
Jeu de mots for your bitch ass (that’s French)
[Verse 2]
Tell me why they wanna play games
And make claims full of vague pains
I eat that shit up, explains the weight gain
Take the knife out and stick it through the same vein
That you stabbed me at, matter of fact
You can’t have it back, I stick it through your cataracts
I swing it like a battle ax, watch the aftermath
I’m a psychopath in his natural habitat
Flippin’ out like an acrobat
I’m so bad, real bad like Michael Jack
I stretch ‘em out while you eatin’ Cracker Jacks
Crack their backs like an old lady with a fanny pack
Parked in the handicap, Uber, Lyft or taxicab
(I get) topped off like a Santa hat
Create these vibes from my mind that is jammin’ pack
Til I die, I will smith like a man in black
Jeu de mots for your bitch ass…
My insanity happily came back to me
I’m waist deep into this shit so I don’t ever sag my jeans
Hatin’ me is blasphemy, it’s a blast for me
When I aim for your mouth like a damn cavity
The only crown you dudes need to wear is a pageant queen’s
I’m just a King with a Vibe like some magazines
White man rappin’, I ain't something that you haven’t seen
The way I do it, you know I never lack esteem
Nowhere near perfect but the flow is
I leave roses on your casket then close it
I notice signs of psychosis, so focused
Got a bad bitch going down like a demotion
Step up in this bitch in my loafers
You broke boys only get checks in poker
Reppin’ California like DeRozan as a Trojan
I’m West coastin’, yeah my shit Xxplosive
Yeah my shit Xxplosive
Yeah my shit Xxplosive
Jeu de mots for your bitch ass (that’s French)
[Verse 2]
Tell me why they wanna play games
And make claims full of vague pains
I eat that shit up, explains the weight gain
Take the knife out and stick it through the same vein
That you stabbed me at, matter of fact
You can’t have it back, I stick it through your cataracts
I swing it like a battle ax, watch the aftermath
I’m a psychopath in his natural habitat
Flippin’ out like an acrobat
I’m so bad, real bad like Michael Jack
I stretch ‘em out while you eatin’ Cracker Jacks
Crack their backs like an old lady with a fanny pack
Parked in the handicap, Uber, Lyft or taxicab
(I get) topped off like a Santa hat
Create these vibes from my mind that is jammin’ pack
Til I die, I will smith like a man in black
Jeu de mots for your bitch ass…