S.T.F.U

[Verse 1: Jabez Z]
No more fucking peeps, be quiet, don't fucking speak, be silent
Listen to me for about a week, then ask me about my fucking dreams
While you're at it, shut the fuck up, be quiet, don't fucking speak, be silent
Shut the fuck up! Bitch
Close your mouths, 'til my ballad's done, opinions, y'all ain't got a valid one
Opposition requires balance, done, y'all can't taste what my pallet's munched
I pulled pallets once, EPJ, y'all should work for that fucking place
Good pay, but y'all shouldn't stay, 'cause they're fucking lame, what a fucking shame!
They bite off more than thеy can chew, who knew that I would fly right through?
Said, "farewеll," to the fucking shrewds, returned to the game, just to see y'all snooze
Y'all shouldn't speak if y'all have a doubt, if y'all could only hear the shit you spout
Do y'all kiss your mothers with that mouth? You might as well if your father's out
Shut the fuck up! Step back, little fountain ass
Don't spit while you talk trash, y'all cock sucking, 'cause it cost nothing, y'all straight suckin'
Like fuckin' fags, at least y'all preoccupied, mouth stuck open
With a dick inside, about time y'all learn to pipe down, y'all heard me right?

[Chorus: Jabez Z]
Maybe now you won't talk, maybe now you won't speak when your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all to shut the fuck up!
Maybe now you won't talk, maybe now you won't speak when your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all to shut the fuck up!

[Verse 2: Magician G]
Disappearing ink on a clean piece of paper, misperceiving lyrics, no wonder you favor
These industry schemers who only cater to misdemeanors and substance abuse
Lately rubbed the wrong way like H202 on a loose
Cut, so I wrote this tune for you, you think you're on a high horse
Bitch, what you smokin'? Call me high trojan, 'cause I'm like peroxide on your open wounds
Yeah, there's Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty-Two shades of me
The nitty-gritty haters critiquing my movie, shackles and chains, cackles and blades
A little fun with the subs I dominate, look me in my eyes
Stare at my face, ya' luck is up, so shut the fuck up!
'Fore I put you in your place, like a realtor with free space
No wonder I live rent-free in your mouth, massive addiction like Queen of the South
Now yo' ass, cope eviction, fixed position is an open house

[Verse 3: Jabez Z]
Please, words are weapons, powerfully paired with a certain sentence
Y'all never spit the perfect message, loyal homies get first dibs at entrance
Shut the fuck up, up fuck the shut
Backwards sounds like gibberish, sounds like y'all with your fucking lips
I wish it wasn't true fact that sometimes I like hate
It motivates, fucking motor race, I'm entertained by cold debates
But y'all don't know when to stop and argue, meeting somewhere with a code and barstools
Microphones and pads that start feuds, all that shit takes parts and fuel
So delay your shit, take a nap, eat your snacks, so I won't fuckign snap
Clean this up and stay off the map, then I won't mention you in my raps

[Chorus: Jabez Z with Magician G]
Maybe now you won't talk, maybe now you won't speak when your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all to shut the fuck up!
Maybe now you won't talk, maybe now you won't speak when your throat's blocked
I'm pretty sure that I told y'all to shut the fuck up!

[Outro: Jabez Z & Magician G]
I'm always strong