Everybody’s Punching Bag

[Scratches by LEEJOE]
(Sick beat, LEEJOE!)

[Verse 1: LEEJOE-da-Rapper]
I feel like I might be Everybody’s Punching Bag
It makes me feel like Imma throw a punch attack
Turn up the thermostat
There ain’t no going back
Why the fuck I gotta be your motherfuckin’ doormat
If you try to come after me, you’re gonna get hit back
Now that’s what I call combat
When I hear your music, yeah
I wanna fucking vomit, yeah
I get my bread and butter
Motherfuckers start to stutter
Imma walk up to your house
And give your ass a “Stone Cold Stunner"

[Hook: LEEJOE-da-Rapper]
Everybody's Punching Bag
Everybody's Punching Bag
I am Everybody's Punching Bag

[Verse 2: LEEJOE-da-Rapper]
I feel like I might be Everybody’s Punching Bag
When I fucking find, you get a LEEJOE flag
Now I’m gonna put out my 3rd mixtape, not to brag
But, I think at this point, I got it in the bag
Now I can rap without any fucking lag
I might delay the mixtape cause I’m getting surgery on my motherfucking legs
Your ass just lays there with a penny-filled hat and begs
When you already own the latest threads
And you got some fresh-ass stylized, new dreads
Killed by war-vets, they don’t sweat it
Now listen to my flow, you will never forget it
But when you fuck with me, you will always regret it

[Hook: LEEJOE-da-Rapper]
Everybody's Punching Bag
Everybody's Punching Bag
I am Everybody's Punching Bag

[Verse 3: LEEJOE-da-Rapper]
You wanna see something cool and fresh?
Everybody’s unchingbag-pay
Hatway imetay ishay ithay?
Imetay for me to rap about cooking up some flesh
You know pig latin rap is the uckingfay best
Imetay to put the ig-pay atlin-lay shit to a fucking rest
But that shit’s still fucking fresh-till-death
Imma rap this shit until I’m out of fucking breath
*wheezes twice*

NEXT!