Artist: JoJo Pellegrino Album: n/a Song: Mash Out Typed by Davida.b. [Intro: JoJo Pellegrino] Yeah it's about that time man, hahaha, JJP Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: JoJo Pellegrino] These dudes is spittin murder raps like killas But is they really down to mash out? uh uh Mash out, what what They gon beat they chest like gorillas But is they really down to mash out? uh uh [JoJo Pellegrino] One, two, one, two, three Ayo these rappers is runnin on e with they skills But they full of shit like a public toilet With loose lips stapled to ??? like a broken faucet The tool spits, acres to fifths, I'm a gunaholic Now who's this, tape on his wrist, in my trunk, assaulted JoJo, blazin ya bitch cuz she double jointed Chest out like the chains and the whips got covers on it Look, I was born to rhyme heavy, gimme a sec My albums'll fly off the shelves like books in haunted libraries You peoples don't want no parts of Pelle, you ?pelic folks? Astrologists couldn't beat Pelle peakin through pellescopes Foes get killed, hold the steel, close the deal Aim at your knot and hit the spot like a home cooked meal Up in South Shore, you know shit's real Boys are buttons up in the social clubs, toastin up, like ?'oh, school's ill'? I did the hustle thing, coke, hammers, and kush bags But I rather jump in the booth and open this can of whoop ass Flow heat, don't sleep, Jo ain't the man to look past Take these dummies to school with toasters packed in my bookbag These guys is getting my money, goin up in Jucks cash I keep em on their toes like they're strollin barefoot in smushed glass NI, miraculous, actually practically smash MCs Tarnish artists, expose these rappers and cook ash, what [Hook: JoJo Pellegrino] I don't need to tell ya, don't sleep on Pelle Cuz you know the kid is back and paid for this time around Don't matter if you a rapper or half a gangsta All you fuckers listen I'ma shut you down These suckers can hate on me, I gets mine faithfully Your favorite rapper knows me and my specialized sound That's why the streets feelin me, they ain't as real as me You know my flow is fowl [JoJo Pellegrino] These MCs callin themselves New York's nicest, they hit same haze and flap lips Talk's challace, beef dislocate like bad hips These birds don't spit great, they get defaced like scratched fifths I heard your mixtape, this shit's a waste of blank disc It's God's gift, Pelle, spit flows swift These fradulent fruity motherfuckers is faker than silicone tits Gully like Avenue U, Itilian dudes with burners out Skully, they clappin the tools, silencers screwed to murk em out Hitman for hire, snipe your way for cash Get low like a tiger in the grass, or that's that ass These maggot's ain't tough, matter fact, they got it all backwords Like (*speaking backwords*) yo I'm a yong don, got the world on a string on my finger Sittin on a rainbow, shittin on rap singers Like a piff in a third jail, writing hits while your words frail My words electrifying like I pissed on the third rail Don't go invest in rhyming, I got lyrics that hurt sales When no ?begets, diamonds shine like crystals in burnt bells? You live like you worth mills, but you're stunting with your father's papers I got more whips and chains than a dominatrix Get em close range and roast them with a mac Let the beef rest like six months and blow em off the map [Hook] [Outro: JoJo Pellegrino] New York's nicest, don't be ignorant kid JJP, Pellegrino Records, money talk bullshit marathons This time it's a rap, uh huh, oh flip Pellegrino Records, uh, Pellegrino Records, Pellegrino Records Don't sleep on the kid, cuz I'll creep on ya kid, uh huh, and it's a rap Show me the money!